Lyre keeps pulling out her phone and frowning. At first, I thought it was her way of avoiding more conversation about my parents and my identity.
Turns out I was wrong. Lyre's shameless enough to refuse to answer questions outright, without excuses. Remembering her past frustration over not being able to give me clear answers, I'm starting to wonder if maybe…
I don't know. It's weird.
Maybe she really can't tell me some things. She's said as much, so it isn't too far-fetched of an idea, but it seems like there's something keeping her from spilling everything she knows.
Lyre's phone gives another annoying ding. She scoffs, glaring at the screen before shoving it into her pocket with more force than necessary.
"Something wrong?"
She waves a dismissive hand through the air. "Your boyfriend's headed out to greet the local alpha."
"He's not my—" The denial sticks in my throat again, because… well. Then my mind catches up with the rest of her sentence. "Wait, what?"
