LYRA

The race through the darkness was brutal, branches whipping at exposed skin and roots trying to catch feet with every step. I led our team along a shortcut through rougher terrain that would save distance even if it cost us in scratches and bruises, trusting my night vision and instincts to avoid the worst obstacles.

Behind me I heard Hanna cursing as she stumbled, Cassia's steady breathing as she kept pace, and Isla's frightened gasps as she struggled to maintain the speed we needed. ...