Lyra
I sat there quiet, thinking hard, my mind full of mixed-up thoughts and feelings. I stared out at everything around, my eyes blurry from the heavy choice weighing on me. I was stuck between staying with the pack, where I'd made connections and felt like I belonged, or going away to keep harm from coming to them.
"Do they even get how serious this is? They seem so against it," I complained, feeling a big pressure pushing down on me.
"You should chill like they promised," Nyssa said, tired of my complaining. But I couldn't stop. This feeling of being stuck was familiar, and hard to shake.
"Well, that's what they say, but we know the Obsidian Pack would do anything to destroy me for what I did," I shot back, feeling more stress building up inside.
"And you think stressing o
