~Lyra~
"Or what?" I stepped closer. "You'll put me in my place? Remind me of the hierarchy? Where was that hierarchy when you abandoned the Blood Moon Hunt for her?"
I knew I was prodding an open wound, but we were beyond gentleness. The pack was fraying, and sometimes wounds needed to bleed clean before healing could begin.
Caleb stood, towering over me. "I did what I thought was right."
"And now? Is this right?" I gestured at the monitors, at the evidence of his obsession. "Your mate chose her path. The pack didn't."
"You don't understand," he growled. "The Algorithm—"
"I understand perfectly," I cut him off. "You're in love with a woman who might destroy everything we've built. And while you're watching screens for a glimpse of her, your pack is falling apart."
His jaw clenched,
