Lyra’s POV

I woke up feeling lightheaded. When I tried to stand up, I realised that my hand had been tied. I grunted with effort, trying to free myself.

Everything came to my head.

The cold flame that shouldn’t be burning in an altar that shouldn’t even exist in the first place.

Whatever crazy thing was going on, I didn’t want to be here when the full moon came.

“Show yourself!” I screamed. “You coward! Attacking from behind.”

“I wasn’t attacking,” came the voice.

She came into view - the crazy woman that had been filling my head with tales. That was when I realised that I was back in...