Lyra’s POV

“Shit, this can't be happening!” Varg’s voice rang through my ears, jolting me awake. I opened my eyes and sat up, my gaze drifting toward him, only to see the door slam shut.

“What’s happening?” I mumbled to myself, still groggy. Forcing myself up, I walked over to the closet, grabbed a shirt and trousers, and slipped into them. Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I hurried to the door, pushing it open hastily.

The hallway was eerily silent. In the distance, I caught a glimpse of Varg as he rushed out of the mansion with Light and Lucian.

“Varg?” I called out, but he didn’t seem...