POV: Lyra

I did not sleep that night.

I sat on the balcony of the pack house with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders and my eyes fixed on the eastern horizon. The stars were sharp and cold above me and the air smelled of pine and earth and the first hints of dawn. The territory below was quiet and dark and the only sound was the wind through the trees.

I thought about Colt.

I thought about the way he had looked at me when he walked into the hall. The way his face had crumpled when I told him the woman he left behind was dead. The way...