Lyra POV
The weight of my heart felt like a stone, heavy and unyielding, as I stumbled out of the kitchen, Fiona’s venomous words—“Darius will take you away”—ringing in my ears like a curse. The Silverthorn Pack’s mansion, with its familiar oak-paneled hallways and flickering lanterns, felt suffocating, the air thick with the scent of wax and woodsmoke, pressing against my chest.
My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drum, and nausea churned in my stomach, a sickening wave that made my steps unsteady. My she-wolf whined, her pull toward Darius a relentless tide, clashing with the fierce love for Jaxon that anchored me, tearing my soul into jagged pieces.
I needed air, space, anything to quell the anxiety clawing at me, and I pushed through the heavy front door, emerging onto the veran
