Lyra's POV

“Kim, how are you doing?” I asked softly, brushing a loose strand of her fiery red hair from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear.

“I’m not fine,” she mumbled, her lips forming a slight pout. She shifted to rest her head on my lap, her small arms clutching her knees. “My dad won’t let me have ice cream. He’s too busy dealing with pack business to even care about me.”

I smiled, brushing my hand lightly over her forehead and down to her temple. “I know how you feel, little pumpkin. But your dad is the alpha. It’s his responsibility to look after his people, even...