Chapter 144

• Lyanna’s POV.
• The vision hit me hard, like a blow to the head, forcing me to stumble back from my scrying bowl. My breath caught in my throat as the images flashed through my mind. Blood. Teeth. An attack. Sophia. She was in danger, surrounded by shadows, by figures whose faces I couldn’t see.
• I clutched the edge of the table, trying to focus, trying to get more from the vision. But it slipped away, as they often did, leaving only fragments behind. My heart raced as the realization hit me—this wasn’t a distant future. This was happening soon, maybe even now.