** Lyra **
Amira, what should I do? I asked my wolf, my voice barely audible in my own mind.
Her presence stirred, like a warm echo. But it wasn’t my wolf who spoke first.
“Join him,” my darker self said.
I held my head, trying to close the dark voices in my head. But it was of no use, she continued. “After all,” he left you and your mother, this pack hates you. If he dies it will be you taking your own pound of flesh and honoring your mother.
“I can’t kill him,” I whispered to myself, my fist clenched. “I can’t soak my hands in blood.” Betrayed by him or not, we’re supposed to be doing the right thing here.
My voice finally surfaced, cutting the darker voice off… there was urgency in her tone. “Don’t listen to her Lyra, when I said that evil shadow has consequences this was what I w
