Lyra’s POV

The moment I saw their legs in the water, I knew my end had come.

But I wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

I saw claws and teeth, reaching out for me. And all I could do was swim away as fast as I could.

But I could barely fight against a pack of rogues. And I didn’t understand what was happening. Rogues were lone wolves and they had been killed. But as I pulled my head from the water, before darkness enveloped me, I counted over twenty of them.

I woke up, tied to a pole.

I looked around. It felt like a pack. I...