THIRD PERSON'S POV
Lyra sat there, anticipating her death, waiting for those sharp deadly fangs to sink into her head and rip it off her neck, but nothing came, instead, she felt this gust of breeze brush past her.
Her eyes snapped open as she saw the rogue being tackled to the ground by another large brown wolf. Without thinking, she immediately sprang to her feet and hurried towards the tree, She immediately carried Sarah in her arms and almost began sprinting towards the camp when someone suddenly called out her name.
“Lyra! Stop!”
She almost stumbled to the floor with how sharply she stopped mid-step.
She turned and saw five men running towards her. Her eyes widened when she recognized the faces of the male teachers who had been at the Camp-Out as well. Her gaze turned blurry
