The tension spiked to an unmanageable frequency by the time she moved toward the outdoor terrace.
My sister Janella, along with Chloe and Benny Moore, intercepted her. From my vantage point, I could hear every word, their shrill, petty accusations of shoplifting carrying clearly across my heightened senses. Janella was trying to use the family's logistics registry to crush her, stepping into Lyra's space to force a submissive reaction.
I braced myself to step in, my inner wolf snarling at the disrespect being shown to its fated match. But before I could move, Lyra shifted her stance.
She didn't flinch. She didn't cry or cower like a human was supposed to when cornered by legacy predators. Instead, a slow, completely cold, and devastatingly calm smile spread across her lips. She took a s
