The day had barely started when Karina found herself face to face with Lyra. Lyra stood with her arms crossed, her gaze cold and defiant. The air between them crackled with tension, the kind that had simmered since Karina’s arrival at the Crimson Claw.
Lyra wasted no time, her voice low and venomous. “Don’t think for a second that I respect you just because Derek ordered us to follow you. I’m only being civil because I have no choice. But make no mistake—” her eyes narrowed, and her lips curled into a sneer, “you’re nothing to me.”
Karina met her gaze calmly, her expression unreadable. She had expected this. Even though Derek had declared her an ally, she knew not everyone would accept her presence, especially Lyra. The animosity radiating from the female wolf didn’t surprise her, and Ka
