Lyra
My eyes slowly moved across the clearing, taking in everything left behind after the fight. The Obsidian Pack guards, who had just been attacking us moments earlier, now lay on the ground unconscious but still breathing. I saw Thorian and Soren standing over us, their chests rising and falling heavily from exhaustion, their eyes still glowing with that fierce inner fire.
Vaelin, still weak from his injuries, watched me with a gentle smile. “Are you okay, Lyra?” he whispered, his voice barely loud enough to hear. “Are you hurt?”
My mind spun as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. The barrier felt overwhelming. But when I looked at Vaelin, at Thorian and Soren, a rush of love and thanks filled me. They had saved me, protected me with their own lives.
I pushed myself up
