Lyra POV

The rest of the weekend, we had been a little awkward.

The sparks had begun, and Lyra jolted every time Andreas touched her, even if it was just a brush-off as he walked by.

Andreas was falling hard and fast, and the four days together only solidified that.

Nobody had caught on yet, and Lyra had no idea how.

They had created a lie that their wolves had imprinted on each other. Although it caused some raised eyebrows since imprinting wasn't done in modern times, her parents had accepted it, nodding along with the excuse if anyone questioned it.

Light, silky scarves had been Lyra's go-to accessory to...