Lyra
"She already entered the forest. Make sure she doesn't live to see tomorrow's moon."
A rough, unfamiliar voice drifted through the thick canopy of trees.
I paused. Four distinct, foul scents were rapidly closing in from behind the massive oak trunks surrounding us. Rogues. Feral, bloodthirsty, and unhinged.
Kael stood close to my side, his large hand resting firmly on the small of my back to steady me.
His legs had recovered far faster than I had anticipated. The silver poison had been completely suppressed by my venomous blood, and the terrifying, dormant strength of a high-ranking Alpha was rapidly surging back into his bones.
I pressed a hand against the wound on my chest. It was still seeping blood, soaking through my dress.
"Elara sent them," I murmured.
Kael looked down
