Lyra POV

The drive to the airport is relatively quiet, York occasionally groaning in pain in his seat.

Lyra shoots him worried looks, and when he catches on, he turns the other way, his back facing her and his head against the window.

His new position seems to make things a lot worse, and he quickly flips back over, his hand flying out to scrabble for his water bottle desperately.

Ezra, his wolf, is freaking out. He can't calm himself down, and all he can feel is his heart racing as sweat builds upon his brow and neck.

“Lyra," he gasps, panting for air as his sister roars to the...