~ RONAN ~
Wolves devour the weak. For us, it’s kill or be killed.
So when Killan suddenly whispers a sharply spoken "s**t," the whole pack snaps to alert. It takes only a moment for everyone to identify the source of the alarm. Silas has closed his car door and is approaching Magnus with his shotgun in hand, c****d and ready.
If I’m concerned, it doesn’t show. I wrap my hand around Lyra’s and start guiding her through the people circling us, following her stepfather at a calm, deliberate pace. Her stomach rolls, and I feel her tense beside me. I squeeze her hand tighter, anchoring her.
Lyra lifts her chin as her eyes sweep over the men behind Magnus. Like me, they reveal no emotion. It’s hard to tell if they’re curious or enraged by Silas’s approach.
Silas hikes his gun higher and poi
