LYRA
Two weeks.
It had been two weeks since my memories came flooding back. Two weeks since, I'd remembered my parents' faces, their voices, the way they'd died to protect me. Two weeks since, Willow had seen my eyes glow silver and didn't run.
And two weeks since I'd last seen Zeviar.
Not that I was counting.
I stood at the edge of the pack's training grounds, arms crossed, watching wolves spar in both human and animal form. The morning sun was warm on my face, but I barely felt it. I was too focused on the way they moved with so much strength and power.
A massive gray wolf lunged at his opponent, teeth bared. The other shifter dodged, twisted, and came back with a strike that should have connected. But the wolf was faster, pivoting midair in a way that seemed impossible.
"That's i
