POV: Lyra

The letter sat on the table for three days before I made a decision.

I read it every morning, every night, and every moment in between. I traced the words with my finger and memorized every line, trying to feel something other than the cold knot of uncertainty that had settled in my chest.

There is a threat greater than the Shadow Pack. A threat that has been hiding in the shadows for centuries.

I didn't know what it meant.

I didn't know who the Northern Watch was, or why they had reached out to me, or what they expected me to do. But something in the letter...