Mira’s POV

Lyra came to me before dawn, voice low, urgent. She grabbed my hands, trembling. “I have to tell you something. It’s getting worse.”

I focused instantly. Lyra’s visions never lied. “What is it?”

“A child,” she whispered. “I see danger. Blood. Betrayal. Rejection. Faces I know and don’t know. It’s tied to Blackridge, to us.”

My pulse tightened. “Explain.”

“I can’t control the visions. But I see a suffering child, a wolf, a bond. It’s connected to ...