Lyra POV
I was selfish.
What began as a bid for survival turned into self-loathing and embarrassment over my cowardice, and I kept running when I should’ve turned around. I had the chance to be a leader like Ronan was, but I’d turned away.
As I stood facing the man who has haunted my nightmares for years, who tormented me before that, and tried to force a mateship on me, I realized I was no longer afraid. At least not for my life. After all, I wasn’t scared of death.
The only thing I feared was taking my rightful place, which was here with this misogynistic pack. And because I hadn’t, innocent wolves were being hurt.
It was time I made amends. It was time I faced my past. It was time I finally stepped up and became the person I was always meant to be.
“f**k you,” I spat.
“That’s no
