Lyra

“What the hell?!” Tasha screamed, her voice cracking like glass under pressure. Her hands flew to her head, fingers clutching at her curls like she was physically trying to keep her sanity from spilling out of her skull.

“You’ve always been drawn to him? What the fuck are you saying right now?! You’re telling me you’ve been thinking about my dad? Since before summer? Since before you even shifted?!”

I didn’t flinch. I didn’t shrink. I didn’t fake another ...