Lyra's POV
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Can this old man get any crazier? Was he truly losing his mind?
To think, I was chosen—chosen—to save his wrinkled ass and the rest of his pack, and now I was actually questioning whether I should bother.
Blackmailing me into leaving?
If I wanted to leave, I would’ve been long gone.
“We should just kill him here,” Amira growled from the back of my mind, her voice dripping with anger. “After all, he has no use being alive right now.”
Fabian stomped his foot hard against the floor, the sound echoing through the fractured surroundings. It was the kind of stomp a spoiled child gives when their toy is taken away, desperate for attention. My attention.
“How dare you?” I hissed, my voice low but sharp enough to cut.
His cloudy eyes narrowed. “No—how dare you? I gave you a
