** Lyra **
The door slammed shut behind Richard as he entered my room, his face was a mask of fury.
“You left the house without the driver again,” he growled. “Without asking permission. That wasn’t the deal, Lyra.”
I stood my ground but didn’t meet his eyes. My fist clenched at my sides.
“I told you before,” he continued, his voice rising with frustration, “wherever you go, the driver goes with you—whether you like it or not.”
“Things aren’t fine this way, Richard,” I replied, my voice shaking with anger. “I’m eighteen. In the human world, I’m an adult. No one my age walks around with a personal escort like some helpless child.”
His jaw tensed, nostrils flaring. “This isn’t the human world, Lyra. This is the wolf pack. And in this world, you are vulnerable. They are vicious, and yiy
