Damon
I was running out of time.
Every move I had made against Lyra had crumbled. The lies, the forged evidence, Selene’s little act in the council chambers… all of it had been torn to shreds. She stood taller now, her bond with Killian unbroken, her place in this pack more certain than ever. And Selene… useless, rotting in the dungeons because she was too weak to play her part.
It should have been simple. Lyra should have been destroyed long ago. I missed Killian and wanted to be beside him.
My hands curled into fists as I paced the darkened study where I plotted alone. The whispers outside were not enough. Rumors had teeth, yes, but words didn’t draw blood. Lyra had weathered them with her chin lifted, and Killian, damn him, looked at her as if nothing else mattered.
That should ha
