Lyra’s POVThe growl rolled low and deliberate across the darkening garden, and every muscle in my body tensed at once, adrenaline from the fight with Cassian flooding back into my veins before I’d even fully caught my breath.“Cassian,” I called out, my voice steadier than I felt. “If that’s one of your men, I’d call him off before I lose what little patience I have left tonight.”No answer came, only the slow, deliberate rustle of movement shifting through the hedges at the garden’s edge, and I backed toward the center of the open space, giving myself room, silver light already gathering faint and ready around my fingertips.A shape finally separated itself from the shadows, and my breath caught as it emerged into the thin moonlight. It wasn’t one of Cassian’s guards. It wasn’t a wolf at all, not in the way I understood the word. The creature that padded into view stood low and lean, its fur a deep, oil-black that seemed to drink in the moonlight rather than reflect it, and its eyes
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