Lyra POV

"Good. You can go," Lyra permits, and the woman scrambles away, looking over her shoulder as she runs. She barely misses slamming into a large oak tree, but she manages to right herself and put herself back onto a straight path.

Lyra watches her flee and then curses under her breath.

She can at least try to figure out what happened to Lilith before she was taken, but that doesn't help determine where she was born.

Lyra grimaces as she walks towards the packhouse determinedly, fielding mind links for search requests.

Her guards are coming through every inch of their land, checking houses and bunkers for any sign...