Lyra POV
A knock sounded from the door.
I narrowed my eyes at the wood. It was different from the Alpha's or his Beta’s. I didn’t trust either of them for a moment.
I closed my eyes to listen. The next knock was tentative. I tried to use my senses to pick up on who was outside, but I got nothing else.
Magic. This pack had an in with a witch, or had. It had been a long time since wolves got along with another species outside of their own.
“I hope you remembered non-fat milk in my coffee!” I hollered, still lying on the bed but eyeing the door warily. My smart mouth at least helped retain the illusion of control.
The doorknob twisted, and a strawberry-blonde head popped through the crack. Big green eyes emphasized by sun-golden skin met mine for a second before hers dropped to the gro
