Lyra POV
“You are mine, bitch.” His lip curled up in warning, displaying one white canine. “You gave your word. Remember where you stand.”
We held eye contact, neither of us backing down. The angry furrow of his brow twitched as exhaustion set in with our standoff, but I didn’t let up. I let my wolf move forward and Travis responded, turning his eyes yellow. Pressure built along my neck and chest, pain blossoming that had nothing to do with Travis or his claws around me. Was it my oath? While it would be amusing to die on the table in front of them, I wasn’t done fighting yet.
With a snap of my teeth I submitted, turning away first.
Travis smirked, shoving me away and nicking my neck with his claws just because he could. I continued to stare, even as warm blood dribbled down my collar
