Luna Lyra
I must have looked a mess—hair disheveled, tears streaming down my face, and panic etched in every inch of me.
Calista, who had been sitting near the window with a book in her hands, stood up immediately.
“Lyra, what’s wrong?” she asked, rushing toward me.
“My son!” I cried, my words barely coherent. “Leo… he’s gone! Someone took him!”
Gasps filled the room as murmurs began to spread among the pack members present.