LYRA’S POV
Barely two weeks have passed since my fateful encounter with Rockan. The memory burned in my mind like a brand, not entirely unwelcome but also confusing. Two weeks since the embarrassing bedding incident and two weeks of being thrust into Luna duties. Though everyone seemed sweet and respectful, I refused to trust them so easily. Like they say, once beaten, twice shy. While Rockan busied himself with Alpha duties, only speaking to me, when necessary, Tyris avoided me like the plague. I could tell he was still hurt from having to share me with his much stronger brother. However, whenever our paths did cross, he seemed cordial and approachable, unlike Rockan whose presence sent shivers down my spine.
The morning light streamed through the ornate windows of the pack house, bath
