Lyra POV
My eyes widened. Shifters.
But they were so young. What were they doing out here by themselves? Unless they weren’t.
I crept backwards, ensuring no sound reached their ears. I kept my eyes on them as I inched, carefully placing my feet on the ground. Once out of eyesight, I turned and hurried away between the trees, swift and quiet. The further away I got, the less constricted my chest was.
Then the small one screamed.
Protect. My wolf emerged on full alert, forcing a shift on me.
I gritted my teeth against the change. Pain sliced through me as I fought against it, reminding me of my first shift. Giving in to it, accepting it, allowing it is what makes it not painful. But if any part of you tried to stop it, it felt like every bit of you was being torn apart by a grenade in
