Lyra’s POV
The sun crept out of the clouds lazily casting glow through the trees, casting dappled shadows over the forest floor as we prepared to leave the Crystal pack.
The place was still in shambles from last night. The air was still stale with the violence, remnants of tension scattered themselves in all areas. We had to go, Rhyker and I, we had caused an attack on these innocent people and even though Alpha Grayson insisted that he could protect us we knew that was unlikely. Something told me that we were just lucky.
I packed a few things that they were kind enough to give us, food, clothes and even some cash. It felt weird making Rhyker live like a refugee. I only clungged to the idea that it won't be for long for hope.
As I finished packing, Alpha Grayson approached, his footste
