As she stood there, trying to make sense of it all, Lyra heard a faint rustling in the underbrush. She turned, her senses on high alert, and that was when she saw him - a figure emerg

ls. As she stood there, trying to process the implications, Lyra realized that she had a choice to make. She could run, hiding from the danger that lurked in every shadow. Or she could stand and fight, using every ounce of strength and cunning she possessed. And then there was Kael. Where did he fit into all of this? Was he friend or foe? As Lyra stood there, weighing her options