LYRA

I lunged to grab him, but that huge, agile body had already jumped back.

"Drakkar, that scared me," I checked him over—his skin was red, but there were no burns.

"Lyra, is this okay?" he asked, staring at the four molds cooking slowly.

"We need to wait until tomorrow… I think it's working," I answered with a sigh. Honestly, I hoped this primitive smelting would work.

The next day, we’d be walking through the dangerous jungle to reach that distant pack.

The worst part? Drakkar and