As I stood in front of Lyra, tension was in the air. She didn't live up to my expectations. Her piercing blue eyes appeared to pierce me, and her silver hair flowed freely. She had a quiet strength about her that both unnerved and attracted me.
"Who are you? I asked warily, avoiding close contact.
She said, "My name is Lyra," in a steady, composed voice. "Freya, I was your mother's friend. And I've been anticipating this time.
"For what purpose? My heart pounded. "You claimed to know my mom. What am I supposed to do with that?"
Lyra took a stride toward me, her eyes never leaving mine. She wasn't just any wolf, your mother. She belonged to a line of wolves that were prophesied to guard a power so rare and ancient that it had the potential to upset the balance of our world.
The statements sounded almost too good to be true, so I scowled. "A foretelling? How does that relate to Darius?"
