The Silverwolf
“There is the Silverwolf.”
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. Lyra had been a mentor, a sister to me, for seven long years. The feeling of betrayal was crushing, worse than any broken rib. I struggled to draw air, I couldn’t breathe. Through the rushing in my ears, I could hear Rain crying, demanding an explanation from Lyra.
“I did this for you, Rainy. I’ve set you free.” Tears streamed down Lyra’s face, but she still smiled. “May we meet again.”