Cassian POV
Damn, all right, so Lyra can actually hunt.
I don’t mind admitting that I thought I was going to have to carry her once we got out into the wild. I figured she would be dead weight, the way most of the women back in my pack are, and she’d need me to do all the work. I didn’t expect her to be able to keep up.
Which, if you ask me, is just further evidence of what a s**t alpha Butch is. Maybe any woman could be a good hunter if she had training.
Or, you know, maybe Lyra’s just special.
She definitely picked up the scent of the deer we’re tracking now before I did. I was indulging her a little by following her because there was certainly no harm in coming this way, but I see now that she knew exactly what she was doing.
We range a little way out away from each other, bracke
