Kieran’s words just hung there. Heavy. “If you’re really Lyra, prove it.”

The girl across from him was a skinny frame, hollow cheeks, eyes wide like she hadn’t slept in forever and she lifted her chin. “I don’t need to prove anything to you.”

“You do,” Kieran shot back, his tone flat. “Because right now, this looks like one big scam. And I’m not about to risk my pack, my throne, or your life on lies.”

“I know things no one else does,” she cut in fast, her voice ...