LYRA
Lucian squeezed my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin with a possessive grip that made me want to gag. He looked around at the gathered wolves, his chest puffed out as if he had already won.
"I’m pleased to see you're finding your place again, Lyra," he said, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. "I’ll leave you to your friends. I have more important things to get to back at the palace."
I forced a sweet, obedient smile and watched him walk away. The moment his back was turned and he was out of earshot, the mask dropped. I felt the tension bleed out of my shoulders, replaced by a cold, sharp panic.
Rook didn’t waste a second. He grabbed my elbow and pulled me toward the shadow of a stacked woodpile, away from the prying eyes of the other pack members. He looked like
