Lyra POV

Lyra laughs softly, and Hayden goes a bright red shade.

"Toby, it's a little different, honey," he manages to get out, looking down quickly at his pancakes.

"Well, my mommy died. Did your mate die too, Lyra?" He asks curiously, furrowing his brows and scrunching his little nose as he looks at her.

Lyra hesitates, glancing at Hayden.

Hayden is no help.

"No, I never got one. The Moon Goddess decided I was too cool to have one," she settles on saying, and Toby seems satisfied with that answer.

"You are pretty cool," he comments, returning to the mangled remains of his pancakes.

Lyra chuckles to herself, finishing...