Lyra’s POV
“Can we not talk about this instead?” His voice broke through my reveries as I looked at him in disinterest.
Looking across his shoulder, we were already standing beside my chamber and I sighed in relief.
“I guess this is a good night.” I brushed him aside and continued walking when he grabbed my arm.
“Lyra, are you mad at me?” He whispered, looking worried.
“I'm never going to fall for his actions.” I encouraged myself inwardly before flashing him a bright smile.
“Of course not, why should I be mad at the Almighty Lord of our pack?” There was a pitch of annoyance in my voice but I made sure it wasn't noticeable.
“Do you have plans tomorrow?” He asked warmly and I shook my head.
“No, nothing I can take note of,” I said with certainty.
“Then you can join us in attending
