Lyra
I didn't react like I thought I would, and he stayed strangely quiet even after I shared my plans. Was he questioning me? I wanted to know his thoughts. My eyes stayed on his face with a strong spark in my gaze.
Maybe I should say more. "I've been thinking a lot about where I fit here, in your pack," I started, my voice steady and sure. I could see his face shift as he looked interested. "I've come to see that I wanna be more than a visitor, more than someone who's just kept safe and taken care of. I wanna be tough enough to guard myself."
I breathed deep, straightening my shoulders as I went on, "I wanna train, get stronger and better at things. I'm eager to learn defending myself, hunting, and fighting with the rest of you. I wanna earn my spot here, face my fears."
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