Lyra’s POV
I couldn’t move for a moment. My body felt frozen and my breath caught in my throat as I watched the wolf tear into the ferals that had surrounded me. I didn’t understand how it got here so fast or why it appeared at the exact second I thought I was done for, but when it knocked the last feral away, the wolf shifted, and Kael stepped out of the form, his chest rising and falling sharply as he scanned the area to make sure nothing else was coming.
He didn’t even look at the bodies. His eyes went straight to me.
“Lyra,” he said, moving toward me quickly, “are you hurt?”
He reached for me, but I pushed him back with what little strength I had left. My arm shook from the effort and pain shot through my shoulder, but I didn’t want him touching me. I kept my eyes on his face, and
