Lyra’s POV
“Gosh! Can't I breathe? They really think they can make a mockery of me.” I smirked.
“Never!” I shrugged.
I stared into the glinting moon, half yet bright.
For a while, my mind ran wild, and I thought of thinking of something different.
I was a nobody in my old pack, someone who was constantly molested and never given a voice.
This new pack had changed me. I have experienced something new and with this development, I wasn't willing to go back and become a pushover.
“You are the best, Lyra.” I encouraged myself with a short mutter, patting my shoulder.
“You are here…” His cold voice broke my train of thought as I slightly turned.
“Nortman….” I trailed off, receiving a glass of wine from him.
“What are you doing here? Everyone is having fun, and you are right here.” He a
