POV: Lyra

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

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

The Darkhall Pack is in chaos. They have no leader. They have no direction. They are asking for your help.

I did not owe them anything.

They had looked down on me for five years. They had whispered behind my back and laughed at my expense and treated me like furniture. They...