Lyra
"Let him go,” I said again. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks, but my grip on the gun never wavered. “Step back. Or I will shoot.”
The wolf I recognized as Liam’s held my gaze. Aries. Its snout was upturned, a low growl rumbling from its throat as it refused to obey.
I c****d the gun.
“I said, step back.”
Another grunt. Then, slowly, it obeyed, unclawing its hands from Caine and stepping back.
Where fur and bloody claws had stood, the sickening sound of bones cracking filled the air and in seconds Liam stood tall in his human form. His chest rose and fell; bare skin streaked with dirt and s***h marks he had gotten from the fight.
He looked so strong. So primal. It stirred something familiar in the pit of my stomach.
Even Laika stirred faintly; she could not resist his prese
