Lyra
I returned to the pack house just as the sky shifted into a dull grey. Snowflakes danced in the wind like ash, and the cold bit harder than usual.
I should have gone to my room, changed into something warmer, and maybe tried to nap.
But something pushed me in the opposite direction. That something had to do with the idea that struck me back at the hospital while I was chatting with Sophie.
The guard stationed by the staircase I climbed gave a small nod as I passed. I reached the upper floor and saw two maids walking down the hallway, muttering as they passed.
“The Alpha is back,” one said. “He got in half an hour ago and asked for tea in his office. Will you get it, or should I…”
Perfect.
Liam was back.
I dreaded seeing him after our last meeting, but I had to—if I wanted to
