Iris's POV
Before I could regain my senses, his hand gripped my wrist with a force that sent a jolt of pain shooting up my arm as he began to drag me, my legs scrabbling against the ground in a desperate attempt to keep up with his relentless pace as he continued to drag me outside. My legs slipped on the uneven dirt path, kicking up small clouds of dust that stung my eyes. My heart hammered in my chest as I wondered why Lyra was quiet, even the brave voice of Lyra, my inner wolf, who had been a constant presence in my mind until now. I didn't understand why Lyra went quiet all of a sudden. It was as if she, too, was stunned into submission, or perhaps I felt guilty of my actions, making me not react.
