Lyra’s POV

Father wasted no time attacking me.

He had the advantage of cornering me but I was ready for the fight. This time, I was going to win.

I ducked when he came at me. Rage must have blinded him because he crashed against the wall. Now, I had the free space. I raced outside, hoping I would find a sword before he reached me. My legs were swift and I heard his angry growl behind me.

A few feet away was a sword hanging on the wall. He must have known that I was going for it and being a wolf, he had the advantage of speed compared...