Lyra’s POV

I struggle to open my eyes, feeling whispers swirling around me. With great effort, I finally manage to part my eyelids, adjusting to the soft ray of sunlight streaming into the room.

As I glance around, the realization hits me: I'm in the pack hospital. Panic sets in, and I jerk upright, only to be met by a gentle hand, halting my movement.

The touch is reassuring, calming my racing heart. "Easy now," Julie says softly, her voice soothing. "You're safe here."

With a grateful nod, ...