Lyra POV I’m awakened by a hand on my arm, dragging me to my feet.“Get up!” a voice barks. “Get the blindfold on her, quick, before she fights back.”I don’t know who I’m dealing with. The voices are familiar, but before I can place them, a cloth is lowered over my eyes and cinched tightly at the back of my head. Cold metal is wrapped around my wrists.“Don’t even think about trying anything, bitch,” a voice hisses. “Those are iron chains. Your Moon Caster magic won’t work while you’re in iron.”It’s Bruce. I recognize his voice now. Bruce, who has been like a father to me. Bruce, who was my alpha all my life. He’s the one who’s chaining me like an animal, calling me a bitch, treating me like I’m scum.But this is how Bruce has always been toward Moon Casters. He’s always treated them—us?—as less than human. Not just as enemies, but as beasts, unworthy of any dignity or respect.And for most of my life, I’ve agreed with that.It’s only in the past few days that I’ve started to wonde
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