Lyra POV
The first thing I felt when I came to was a kink in my neck. Then the tight puffiness of my hands which were bound tightly behind my back.
I didn’t dare open my eyes. The instincts from childhood were too strong—always assess the situation first. Waiting to learn more had saved me from plenty of beatings in the past.
I swallowed down the lump in my throat and concentrated on keeping my breaths even while I listened.
I expected to be sore or bruised, but I wasn’t. It seemed . . . fine. Two quick heartbeats were ten feet from my feet, and they were young. Likely the boys from the woods. A thundering heartbeat surrounded by immense Alpha power sat seven feet away, and it was an exercise in control to keep my body relaxed. I’d rip that fucker’s face off when I could.
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