The rain had stopped sometime in the night, but Lyra never felt it.She stayed on her knees in the mud long after the cold had sunk into her bones. At some point her body simply gave out. Her head tipped forward. Darkness took her while she was still upright, still kneeling the way Dain had left her.The nightmare came the way it always did, sudden and sharp.She was small again. Eight years old. The forest smelled of pine and wet earth. Her mother’s hand was warm around hers as they walked the narrow path back to the den. Her father walked ahead, quiet, listening the way he always did. Her little brother ran circles around them, laughing, until their mother shushed him with a soft smile.Then the wind changed.Her father’s head snapped up. He shoved her mother and the children behind him just as the first shapes broke from the trees. Wolves. Too many. Faces she would later learn belonged to Ashen Pack. Caden’s pack.The fight was short and ugly.Her father shifted mid leap and went d
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