POV: Lyra

The cabin was quiet.

Becca had fallen asleep on the small bed in the corner with her hand still clutching mine, and Jaden was sitting by the window with his eyes fixed on the dark tree line outside. Neither of them had spoken since I came inside. Neither of them had asked me what happened.

They did not need to.

They had heard the scream.

I sat on the floor with my back against the wall and my hands resting in my lap and I watched the fire burn low in the hearth. The pain from the broken bond had faded to a dull ache in my chest....