Lyra POV
Ronan jumped in front of me and pushed me behind him.
My wolf snarled. She thought we could take care of ourselves. But for me, my legs were about to give out. I fisted my hands to hide how hard they shook behind my back.
Ronan partially shifted his hands until brutal claws burst from under the beds of his nails.
“Ah-ah-ah.” Travis wagged a finger at him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I closed my eyes then opened them again. Travis looked exactly the same. Tall with lithe muscles, jeans hanging off his hips, and a deep blue V-neck shirt to match his eyes. His face was clean shaven per usual, making his sharp features more pronounced. His dirty blonde hair was trimmed and swept to the side. He had always cared how he looked, never a hair out of place. Now I saw it for w
