Lyra
We were outside — Thorian, Soren, Vaelin, and I — and they were showing me around the pack’s territory when the guard captain came walking toward us with something heavy sitting on his face.
Thorian’s eyes sharpened immediately. “What news, Captain?”
The captain’s gaze flicked briefly to me — a small nod of acknowledgement — before settling back on Thorian. “It’s about the rogue infiltration, Alpha. We’ve found something unexpected.”
Soren’s attention snapped forward. “What kind of something?”
The captain drew a slow breath. “It appears the rogues weren’t just attacking at random. They were looking for something — or someone. And that someone is Lyra.”
My stomach dropped. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice coming out smaller than I intended.
Thorian’s face went dark, his jaw
