The moment Kayden said the words Crescent Ridge’s former shaman, Lyra felt the world tilt.
Her wolf recoiled violently, memories flashing like shards of broken glass — the cold stone floor, the chanting, the pain, the feeling of being drained, used, diminished. She pressed a hand to her chest, breath trembling.
Kayden stepped closer instantly. “Lyra. Look at me.”
She lifted her eyes, trying to steady her breathing.
Kayden’s voice gentled. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Lyra swallowed. “He tried to bind me.”
Mira nodded, her expression fierce. “And you broke his ritual without even trying.”
Lyra’s wolf growled softly — not in fear, but in defiance.
Kayden exhaled, relief flickering across his face. “That’s why he’s desperate. He knows you’re stronger now.”
Lyra shook her head. “I don
