Lyra’s POV

As I sit up on the bed, a haze clouds my memory, making me struggle to piece together how I ended up here.

Images from last night flood my mind—confrontations with my uncle, Kessler confining me to a room, and the moment he angrily dragged me to his chamber.

The recollection makes me gasp, and I hurry to the mirror to check for the mark. I feel disgusted seeing it.

The intensity of Kessler's Lycan aura must have overwhelmed me, causing me to pass out.

In a daze, I rush ...