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Lyra's POV

From turning to ash in the freaking forest to being in the Wolf King's throne room, choking a guard, talk about having a fucking whiplash.

I pulled away abruptly, raising my huge hands in the air. The guard arched his brow while my eyes darted around the room, meeting with the other guards. My eyes settled back on the guard again. His neck was bruised with the shape of fingers leaving marks on his pale skin. He lowered his head while his hand rubbed his throat.

My brow furrowed. Why the hell was he choking his guard? Was it like punishment because I had escaped the guard?...