Lyra
I was walking through the pack’s territory, letting the warm sun settle on my skin and listening to the birds go back and forth above me. That’s when I noticed a woman coming toward me. Her eyes were already glistening before she even reached me, and when she did, she stretched out her hand and touched my arm softly.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely holding. “Thank you for saving my child.”
The confusion on my face must have faded fast, because it didn’t take long for everything to click. “You’re his mother, aren’t you? The little boy — Kellan — I saved him,” I said, my own voice catching.
She nodded, tears running freely now. “Yes. I’ve been wanting to find you ever since I heard what happened. You saved my son’s life, Lyra. There’s nothing I could ever do to make that eve
