Lyra’s POV

Three days without food or water must really do a lot to the brain. I had been there, and even though I only hallucinated, I knew reactions differed.

“Steal the moon?” I repeated, angrier than intrigued.

I hated the moon goddess for making me an Omega, born to a Beta. And hell, I hated those wolves who swaggered around just because they could shift. But steal the moon? That was impossible.

“It’s not impossible,” I heard the voice beside me.

I grimaced. “I won’t hesitate to strike you deaad and throw every fucking deal we made once we’re out of here if you keep entering my headspace.”

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