Lyra
He looked at me with that sharp, searching stare, like he was hunting for any hint I might be hiding something. “Tell me the truth, Lyra,” he said, voice low and soft but still steady. “I know you’re not okay. I can see it in your eyes.”
I hesitated, not sure how much I should share. Getting free from the pack house felt good, but the heavy weight of everything I’d been through still sat right there under my skin. Thorian’s quiet push and real worry finally broke through, so I gave a small nod, owning up to how I really felt.
“I’m just… bruised and rattled,” I whispered, barely loud enough to carry. “But I’ll be alright. Nyssa helped me get through it.”
Thorian’s face softened right away, eyes warm with understanding. He pulled me into a gentle hug, arms wrapping around me careful
