Ryan's POV
The cell door slammed behind me with a deafening clang. I stared down at Lyra, huddled in the corner with her arms wrapped around her knees. My wolf whined, longing to comfort her, but I forced myself to remain standing over her and in control.
"You attacked my guard," I said coldly. "He could have been killed."
Lyra's gaze flicked up to meet mine, her eyes defiant. "He deserved it."
I took a step closer, and she flinched. The scent of blood filled the room. I had watched as they carried the guard's crumpled body from the corner.
Bloody head, bruised face, arm twisted at an unnatural angle, and his chest had rose and fell with shallow breaths.
"All that damage and you have no remorse?" I said, my voice low and dangerous.
Lyra's emerald eyes flashed with anger. "He came
