Lyra's POV

The wailing cries of my babies shattered the quiet morning, jolting me awake. My eyes snapped open, the golden rays of sunlight piercing through the window and bathing the room in warmth. I raised a hand to shield my face, groaning softly as I adjusted to the light. My body felt heavier than I remembered, but there was relief in the ache, a reminder that I had survived another day.

I pushed myself upright, glancing at the small, wriggling figures on the bed. Their cries filled the room, insistent and urgent. Despite my exhaustion, a smile tugged at my lips.

“Good morning, babies,” I murmured as I shuffled...