***Lyra ***
I slammed my locker shut, the metallic clang echoing down the hall like a gunshot. My jaw clenched, and heartbeat uneven. His scent—his scent—still lingered in my mind like a plague. Musk, and pine.
Ethan.
Of all the people the Moon Goddess could’ve chosen, why him? Why the next Alpha of the Crimson pack?
I don’t want someone who will shove me into the spotlight. Not in this life.
I tugged my hoodie tighter around myself, grounding my nerves, though the school uniform clung stiffly beneath it. Determined not to be late again, I stormed off to first period. I was also determined—no matter what—to ignore what her wolf wanted.
Amira, whether you like it or not, we are not going after our mate. Forget him. We don’t need him.
Yesterday… I still hadn’t processed what happened.
