Lyra
“Look, there’s really nothing to stress over. Whatever that noise was, I’ll dig deeper into it myself, and if we turn up anything worth knowing, I’ll come straight to you,” he said, giving my shoulder a light pat before heading for the door.
“Get some more rest,” Vaelin added quietly, then turned and left too.
Now the room was empty again, just me. I kept replaying their faces, their quick answers, and it hit me—there was definitely more they weren’t saying.
Thorian had looked genuinely thrown off, like this kind of thing had never happened before. So why shut down the conversation so fast? Was I actually in some kind of danger? Was the whole Pack at risk?
Thinking about it, I realized how little I really knew them. This was my first time ever being in the Obsidian Pack. I
