Chapter 54 Whispers Of The Moon

The morning after Lyra’s strange dream began like any other—but for Selene, everything had changed. She watched her daughter across the breakfast table, trying not to let her concern show. Lyra shoveled honeyed oats into her mouth as though nothing had happened, kicking her feet rhythmically against the legs of the wooden chair. But Selene knew her well. The girl was quieter today, her eyes flickering toward the window more often, her shoulders tense even as she smiled.