~Lyra~
He had deep-set blue eyes, a sharp nose, and a handsome face framed by a lazy, teasing smile in his peach blossom eyes.
He held out his hand.
"You’re welcome," I said lightly, dropping the coin into his palm before turning back to pour myself a drink.
"Lyra, right? You might not remember me, but I just made the cut for the trial too. James, from the Silver Fang Pack," he added, lingering nearby, his tone easy but a little too familiar.
"Looking forward to seeing you in the trial," I replied politely.
I remembered James—he’d scored high among the warrior candidates. Talented, but a little too smug.
"Strange though," James said, inching closer. "Someone like you working for Prince Kael? With your looks, any Alpha would’ve been dying to make you his Luna. You could be living a l
