(Lyra's POV)
The walls of the safe house seemed to close in around me, suffocating in their unfamiliarity. Every creak of the floorboards, every whispered conversation just beyond my door, set my nerves on edge. I paced the small room, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting memories and emotions.
On one side, there was Robert - his kind smile, his protective nature, the warmth I felt when he was near. But on the other, there were Asher and Lucian - familiar strangers who claimed to be my mates, who looked at me with a love so intense it was almost painful to witness.
I pressed my palms against my temples, trying to make sense of it all. "Who am I?" I whispered to the empty room. "What's real and what's not?"
As night fell, a plan began to form in my mind. I couldn't stay here, trapped in this limbo of uncertainty. I needed answers, and I wouldn't find them locked away in this room.
