Lyra’s POV
We snuck our way outside of Grayson’s office, we had climbed our way into the dark room, the quiet hum of the festival’s music had just faded into the background, tension lingering in the air. A crash, like a battering ram hitting solid wood, echoed through the hall, followed by screams. I flinched, freezing briefly before I was swept back to my senses.
I saw Rhyker’s eyes squint, his posture shifting as he whipped around, then he growled. Grayson came through the back door meeting our gaze. It was easy to tell that he was stunned by the attack but he kept a calm face. His jaw clenched as he exchanged a brief, understanding look with Rhyker.
“The Blackwood wolves,” Grayson muttered under his breath, his tone laced with a bitterness that made my stomach twist. “They’ve found u
