Lyra POV

"I don't recognize these three," Lyra frowns, "they're not my pack."

"They could be from the Addison pack," Byron suggests, checking on the three youths on the ground.

"She stabbed us," one of them gasps, his face sheet white.

"She didn't; she threw a knife, and you were in the way," Hayden corrects, scowling over his shoulder at them.

"Where's Luna?" Lyra asks, slowly rotating the knife that she managed to get into the thigh of one of the boys.

He grimaces and then passes out, which makes Lyra sigh.

She moves on to the second one, who blurts out an answer before she can even speak.

"Down,...