LYRA’S POV

The whole class buzzed with laughter and gossip about the soon-to-be alphas and their coming-of-age celebration. Every word, every whisper was a reminder—just a few more days before they were completely gone from me.

“Aren’t you excited?” Mitchell’s voice cut through the noise. I rolled my eyes. She’d been talking nonstop for the past two hours about her dress, her hair, her perfect entrance to the party. I knew the truth—she didn’t care about the celebration. It ...