Lyra
A beat passed before Lewis answered my question, and what a tale he told.
He began with the past, how my father met Elena years ago. She’d been taken by a pack of rogue wolves who’d abused and turned her into something less than human. A slave. A toy, as Lewis had put it. They’d abused and broken her in different ways. But then my father found her during a raid. Again, Lewis termed it pity at first sight—their first meeting. And after slaughtering the wolves, Father brought her back to his shelter. There, he fed and clothed her. She was traumatized for months, couldn’t speak due to the abuse she suffered, but after a while, she began to come out of her shell. That’s when he found out about her hidden gift. She was smart. Intelligent. She had a sharp memory that remembered even the
