Lyra
My eyes were swollen and red, my face still wet with tears when I looked up at Thorian, Soren, and Vaelin. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words got stuck somewhere in my throat and came out broken.
Thorian was at my side immediately, his face full of worry. “Lyra, what happened? What’s wrong?”
I steadied my breathing as best I could. “It’s the Obsidian Alpha,” I managed, my voice still unsteady. “He’s been sending me messages. He’s saying he knows my biological parents — that he wants to take me to them himself.”
Soren’s eyes sharpened. “What else did he say?”
I hesitated. There was a part of me that wanted to hold some of it back, to not make it more real by saying it out loud. But the way they were looking at me — the concern sitting open and honest on their faces — made i
