Lyra's POV
I keep catching myself darting glances at the place where the little rock disappeared.
I know I shouldn’t look. I know that, if Harley is smart, seeing my gaze returning over and over to the same spot will arouse his suspicions.
I don’t think that Harley is smart. But I can’t know that for sure. He’s turned out to be pretty different from what I thought he was.
Instead of looking, I focus on what this signal means. My mates are here. And I know that they’re telling me I need to be ready because rescue is coming.
But how can I do that? I’m chained to a tree.
My first instinct when I’m in a dangerous situation is to shift. And even now, my wolf is clamoring to rise, knowing that she’s better equipped to deal with a fight than my human self. But I can’t let that happen. My h
