Lyra
The first thing I tried to do when day broke was leave.
I waited until I was sure the pack house was quiet—early morning, when the hallways were still and the guards were likely still asleep from their night shift. I moved quickly, ignoring the weight in my chest. I just needed to leave. Then I could finally breathe.
But the moment I reached the stairs, two guards stepped out of nowhere.
“Going somewhere?”
I stared at them, trying to mask the shiver that ran through me. “I just want to get some fresh air outside.”
“No can do. We have Alpha's orders. You’re not to leave the pack house without clearance.”
Clearance. Was I a criminal? Why did I need clearance? I almost threw a tantrum at the guards, but I held back. This wasn’t their fault. They were only following orders.
Wit
