POV: Lyra

The pack house was suffocating.

We had returned from the cabin two days ago. Colt had insisted.

He said the pack needed their Alpha and Luna present.

What he really meant was that he wanted to trap me somewhere I could not escape.

I sat in the dining hall, surrounded by wolves who whispered behind my back. Their eyes followed me wherever I looked. Their lips curled with judgment.

I had spent five years trying to earn their respect.

Now I realized I had never needed it.

Ravenna sat at the far end of the table, her father beside her.

Elder Aldric.

The man who had helped steal...