Lyra's POV

The pair arrive just as a group of teenagers laughing and pushing each other do.

Lyra Looks at them with mild disdain, while Andreas nods at them.

Lyra continually scans the faces of everyone who arrives, keeping an eye out for the two girls she spoke to in the kitchen.

It ticks slowly closer to three, and there's still no sign of them arriving, and she furrows her brows in concern and slight irritation.

"Who are you looking for?" Andreas asks, bending down to speak into her ear.

Slight shivers run down Lyra's back, and she forces herself to swallow her spit.

"Two of your Omegas," she responds...