Lyra POV

My eyes snapped open, my gaze fluttering on the dark brown ceiling. My head ached so much, almost as if, if I stood up from the bed, my brain would fall out of my head.

It hurt, but what hurt more was the memory of me following Lucian’s orders again. It dawned on me—the pain of watching the aftermath of killing one of my own. This wasn’t like the first time I had killed someone from the Moon Pack; this was totally different.

Lucian had given me a specific description of who he wanted dead, but unfortunately, that one person he wanted me to kill was the same...