Lyra Point Of View.

I barely slept the night before, too busy rehearsing the lie I needed Kael to believe.

If I wanted to go to Shadowfang, to Thorne’s pack, then I needed to leave this pack without suspicion. Kael, for all his arrogance, still knew when something was off with me.

I waited until he was almost finished dressing, fastening the last buckle of his chest piece in front of the mirror. Then I stepped into his chamber with the softest smile I could manage and crossed the room as ...