Lyra’s POV

Peace.

That was what I felt.

The moment my wolf tore out, I felt like a prisoner who had been caged for years, finally being released.

My roar shook the ground, and when I stared at it, I couldn’t believe how far away my head was from the ground.

And the lycans that came after me?

They all stopped, watching in amusement.

Only now did I realise what I was. I was a female Lycan with late blossoming. I wasn’t the Omega they labelled me to be. Female Lycans were rarer and more powerful. The male Lycans knew they didn’t stand a chance.

I glared at Klaus, hand...