Lyra

I made my way along the path to the training fields, my sneakers crunching on the gravel beneath me. The sunlight had faded to a dull orange signaling the end of the day and the coming of twilight.

Shielding my eyes, I saw that a silhouette waited for me on the edge of the training filed.

It was Killian, scowling with his arms folded across his massive chest.

"Great, another person angry at me," I muttered, hoping hadn't heard me.

I took a deep breath, ...