But not enough to hold onto Lyra.
Lyra’s light flickered, the vibrant green slowly dimming, and I could see her, struggling, on the ground, her form surrounded by thick smoke that was holding more and more into her.
Francine was moving again to be back next to Lyra, nad we couldn’t have it, it was now or never.
“Get her!” I screamed, fury twisting my insides.
Alek and Alan were there in a flash, breaking through the chaos and grabbing hold of Lyra. Their presence was a tether, something solid in the storm. My mates hold her tiny form and dragged her away from the witch. They had her.
We had her.
I could hear Aaron’s voice then, sharp and desperate. “Strike now!”
I didn’t waste a second. And I did it.
I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t think twice. I let everything go. I called upon every
