Lyra POV
I’m awakened by a hand on my arm, dragging me to my feet.
“Get up!” a voice barks. “Get the blindfold on her, quick, before she fights back.”
I don’t know who I’m dealing with. The voices are familiar, but before I can place them, a cloth is lowered over my eyes and cinched tightly at the back of my head. Cold metal is wrapped around my wrists.
“Don’t even think about trying anything, b***h,” a voice hisses. “Those are iron chains. Your Moon Caster magic won’t work while you’re in iron.”
It’s Bruce. I recognize his voice now. Bruce, who has been like a father to me. Bruce, who was my alpha all my life. He’s the one who’s chaining me like an animal, calling me a b***h, treating me like I’m scum.
But this is how Bruce has always been toward Moon Casters. He’s always treated t
