Lyra's POV
For a moment, everything inside me went still. The air, the forest, even the pounding of my heart. Dimitri stood before me, tall and impossibly composed, his silver eyes reflecting the glow of the coven’s magic. He looked almost the same as the day I last saw him—strong, regal, terrifying—but there was something darker beneath his skin now. Power. Corruption. Something that didn’t belong to a wolf.
I took a slow step backwards, pulling Mira behind me while Elista edged toward Kai. The children stirred, still weak from whatever spell held them. “You,” I breathed. “You were supposed to be dead.”
A faint smirk tugged at Dimitri’s lips. “You should know better than anyone, Lyra. Death doesn’t claim those the moon has chosen.”
“The moon didn’t choose this” I spat, gesturing towar
