Chapter 16: When the Storm Breaks
Lyra’s POV
The night air was sharp, biting against my skin as we moved through the forest—silent, focused, lethal. Tessa and I had shed our clothes miles back, letting the shift take over. Faster this way. Stealthier.
My wolf, sleek gray streaked with silver, padded through the undergrowth like mist come alive. Beside me, Tessa ran in a blur of reddish-brown, her amber eyes burning through the dark. We were ghosts in the night, shadows with teeth.
Neither of us had ever met Kaia.
But we knew what she meant to our Alpha.
And that was enough.
I’d always lived quiet, in the edges where survival meant silence. Until Corin. The first time his scent wrapped around me—pine after rainfall, cedarwood, and something sharp and unmistakably his—I knew what the
