Lyra’s POV

Alpha Thakros’ wolf was huger than any wolves I have ever seen. But it didn’t frighten me.

Silver didn’t select.

Only one scratch was fatal enough to cause instant death.

So, his rage only made me certain that tonight would be the night he died.

He charged forward, hoping I would be scared. That was a big mistake. You knew I was a warrior and I had killed wolves in my human form. He didn’t frighten me. Somewhere between charging at me and the intention to have himself killed, he stopped, realising that I was ready for a death’s strike.

He growled, tearing at the air. My gaze...