Lyra's POV

“I thought she was being nice. She offered me a drink to ease the tension in my head. I didn’t know she had something else up her sleeve,” Rylan narrated as I sat next to him on the sofa.

“I’m going to verify that and bring justice to the book,” I said.

His tone softened as he glanced at my face, looking a bit surprised to hear me say that. “Are you disbelieving my report?”

“When you returned to the pack, you were already so tired. You might have ...