Lyra's POV
School. A concept that felt so distant after everything that had happened, but Ava wasn't about to let me skip it again. She'd practically dragged me out of bed that morning, all pep and determination.
I stepped out of my room, still tying my hair into a loose braid when a sudden force slammed into me, nearly knocking me back. I staggered, gripping the doorframe for balance.
"Oh, it's the Omega," a sharp voice sneered.
I looked up to see Kiera, her cold eyes narrowing at me as if I'd ruined her entire day by existing. She crossed her arms, looking me up and down with scorn.
"Excuse you?" I said, straightening myself.
She scoffed. "I don't have time for you. I came to see the Luna."
Before I could respond, she turned on her heel and started up the stairs, but not before pausing to glance back at me.
