Lyra's Pov

The words hit me like a thunderclap, freezing me in place. My mind raced, the room spinning as if the walls were closing in.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head, my voice trembling. “That’s not possible. It can’t be.”

She stepped closer, her eyes soft with sympathy but unflinching. “I’m sorry, Lyra. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, but it’s true. Your scent has changed, it’s faint, but I can smell it. Your wolf must be protecting the pup, prioritizing its safety over everything else.”

I clutched at my stomach instinctively, the weight of her words crashing down on me. Memories of my Varg...