Lyra’s POV
The salty breeze wrapped around me as my feet pounded against the damp sand. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden light over the waves that crashed and curled along the shore. This place was beautiful and I’m sure I’ll miss it so much when we leave.
Running had always been my escape when my mind felt too cluttered, when emotions I didn’t want to deal with threatened to drown me, when the weight of Ronan’s indifference pressed too heavily on my chest. When the mating bond persists but he is still undisturbed.
My wolf stirred, her presence brushing against me as if to remind me she was still here and still restless and still aching for something we both knew we couldn’t have. Having a wolf makes this yearning worse. It wasn’t this stormy then.
I pushed harder, foc
