Chapter 55 A Friend Amid Foe

• Lyra's POV
• What I saw in Abigail’s eyes wasn’t just worry—it was depthless, hollow, like the weight of unspoken things had carved caverns behind her gaze. She stood there, still and unreadable, as if she’d witnessed something no one else had, something that had changed her forever.
• To my surprise, her words frightened me even more than seeing Josephine inside the Crescent Moon pack house. A gust of wind brushed through, tossing Abigail’s hair into the air like scattered silk. Strands fluttered across her face, blurring her features, giving her the look of someone halfway between angel and ghost.