Lyra's POV
The rage consumed me like wildfire.
Octavia destroying my knee.
Killian refusing to back down.
Alaric choosing Roxanne over everything.
The images cycled through my mind on repeat, each memory stoking the flames higher. My fists connected with the heavy bag again and again, each strike more brutal than the last. Sweat dripped down my face but I couldn't stop. Wouldn't stop.
Octavia.
Killian.
Alaric.
How could they do this to me? Turn against me when I trusted them. Betray everything we built together. I was stronger than all of them combined. Fiercer. More determined.
The names echoed in my skull like a war chant.
Octavia.
Killian.
Alaric.
My vision blurred red around the edges. I couldn't hear anything except my thundering heartbeat and the harsh rasp of my breathing. Every muscle in my body coiled tight with fury.
