Lyra POV
I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, my breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. My heart thundered wildly in my chest, and the metallic scent of blood clung to me, a suffocating reminder of what I had just done. The image of the white wolf, shattered and broken, flashed before my eyes, her pleas for mercy echoing in my mind. The sound of her voice, desperate and fearful, clawed at me, cutting deeper than any wound.
I had no choice. Lucian's words haunted me, the sting of his hand across my face and his cold threat replaying in my memory. He had warned me that disobedience would mean being dragged back to my pack, only to be slaughtered in front of them as a warning. Fear had taken hold, wrapping its icy fingers around my throat and leaving me with no other option. What I o
