Lyra's POV
It's been five days now, and I still can't get Ethan's offer off my mind or his words. How dare he call me a weak woman? First, he offered a contract, then, when I agreed, he declined.
Was that his intention all along? To see how far I would bend before deciding I wasn't worth the effort?
What unsettles me most isn't even him. It's his pack members.
At how ridiculously friendly they were, the same pack that had wanted to burn me alive is treating me now.
I mean, I could still see from their reaction that they still don't like me, but they were much nicer than before. He must have done something... people don't just switch up from wanting to burn you alive to suddenly being nice.
"Reyna…" I called softly to my wolf, reaching inward out of habit more than hope.
