LYRA’S POV

I am still looking at the door to my cell, but I can’t see a thing. The air around is still, and I can tell the pack is silent. It must probably be because it is a full moon today. Then it suddenly hits me: the smell of the ocean breeze. I inhale deeply and let the smell envelope my senses. The feeling is so surreal, I almost feel whole and free. For a moment, I forget I am in a cell as a prisoner of war in another pack, I forget I have been bruised, used, tossed among men, ...