“Power comes from fear, Lyra. You’ve been blinded by your ideals. I intend to show you that,” the voice echoed through the room, chilling me to my core.
I spun on my heel, my heart racing. The figure standing before me was a stranger, yet there was something about him that twisted the remnants of my past, something haunting. His eyes were cold, and calculating, and the hatred there was palpable.
“You...” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The recognition was like a slap, but I refused to let my shock show. I’d been through enough to let my guard slip now.
“Surprised?” His voice dripped with venom, and he stepped closer as if daring me to flinch. “Did you think you could just walk away from all that you've done? From who you used to be?”
My hands clenched into fists, my wolf scratching at
