Chapter 2
“Scampering ants. That’s what the members of the Order look like as they try to regroup after having their asses handed to them by a single Canis lupus female. If I had some cotton candy, I would toast the blonde one who has almost single-handedly brought the Order to its knees.” ~Myanin
“Why did you do this to me?” Lyra asked her.
Myanin was panting as she ran, which was weird because she’d never been out of breath in her life. Djinn didn’t get out of breath. You know that’s not why you’re out of breath, a voice in her mind chided her. You’re panicking, the voice continued. The voice of her conscience was loud in her mind, but Myanin tried to ignore it. The djinn thought she’d lost that part of herself when she’d killed the elder. Now, the recently deceased elder, or at least
