Lyra’s POV

I caught a squirrel. It was a pitiful, little thing. But I was too hungry to let it go.

Everyone was still in the cave when I arrived. Somehow, I thought I would meet an empty cave. I set the meat down and faced Lykaios. He was the only one I could tolerate right now.

“Good with roasting?” I asked.

He nodded like he wasn’t sure and I moved away, unbothered. My knees were weak and my feet hurt from walking for over an hour. It seemed they had been talking about me because the moment I sat down, they walked over to my side, flanking me, and...