Lyra’s POV
The summer heat was absolutely brutal.
Even at seven in the morning, sweat was already beading on my forehead as I helped hang laundry behind the pack house. The air was thick and still, without even the hint of a breeze to provide relief.
“This is torture,” Maya groaned from beside me, pinning up one of Alpha Magnus’s shirts. “How is it this hot already?”
“Because the weather gods hate us,” Elena replied, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. “At least we’re not the ones who have to work in the gardens today.”
“True. Though I feel bad for the guys doing construction on the new storage building.”
As if summoned by our conversation, the sound of hammering and male voices drifted over from where a group of pack members were working on expanding our storage facilities. T
