Lyra POV

Xavier has half-shifted, his teeth pointed and sharp, his entire face morphing into his wolf's.

He looks terrifying, his eyes flashing from black to red and his shoulders hunching forward as his wolf tries to force a shift.

Lyra barely holds back a shift, her claws digging into her palms as she tries to ground herself. She's counting backward from twenty-four and praying to the Moon Goddess as quickly as possible, crossing her fingers that her words are heard before anything bad can begin.

Alphas who have scented Lilith before have stood up, looking outraged by the appearance of the rogue in their court.

"Lilith Addison, thank you...