Waylon
He led Lyra outside the packhouse at a more sedate pace than Ryder was moving. She was in agony right now and then just utter fury had overtaken her emotions. That was not something he could contain, for his little wolf. He didn’t even think he wanted to either, his little wolf was now just a ball of vengeance waiting to be unleashed.
He had tried to comfort her in that dungeon, it had worked for only a few minutes, before her heart couldn’t take it anymore, and his little wolf was so consumed by the pain and agony of seeing someone she loved deep in her heart, in another standing before her, knowing they’d shared the same fate, just in a different setting was all.
Twins, often could be destined for the same fate. He watched her drag that Luna, using her wolfen strength and speed
