LYRA
I paced across my room, the weight of my mates words pushing down at me. White wolf. Last descendant of the moon goddess. I knew what this meant if it was to go out. I couldn't afford that.
The door flung open and I took a step closer, ready to fall into the familiar embrace of my mates. Rowan. Red eyes that struggled to keep awake.
He took unsteady steps towards me and I moved back subconsciously, panic rising in my throat. He was drunk and was sure to be dangerous.
“Alpha,” I called out but he leapt at me, pushing me down into the bed. My breath shivered as his lips touched my skin. My eyes were closed shut as I felt him roaming my skin.
He planted sloppy kisses on my lips and over my face before standing up slowly and walking over to the wardrobe. Tools.
When he returne
