Lyra’s POV

Lykaios and I were the only wolves and we had to keep up with the pretense of being a couple. We found a lodge that didn’t scream attention and we booked a room. Three days was all we had to stay here.

The room was terribly small and had a smell like clothes that had not been worn for years. But that was the only room we could afford. I stared at the bed, wondering how the three of us would sleep comfortably on it.

“This would be perfect,” I said, chuckling softly.

Lykaios had settled on the only couch in the room and it was groaning under...