LYRA'S POV
I could hardly walk, but I wouldn't allow anyone to help me. It wasn't pride or something else forcing me forward. It was that I wanted nothing to do with any of them. Darren abandoned me in that container, choosing to give others the responsibility for my care. I thought Lucas was my friend, but I was so very wrong. He watched me being strung up to die, cut multiple times, and returned to continue the torture. The elders and upper class werewolves I had spent my entire life focused on protecting and providing for stood idle while I was left in a dark hole to die.
We passed through the gates, and my gaze slid over the wolves that watched us with curiosity. After a moment, they turned, giving me their backs, albeit hesitantly. My heart clenched, knowing that whatever Darren was
