Lyra POV
Pulling his sweater over my head, I shivered from the lowering sun. My run into the woods had helped clear my mind until this minute. It still smelled like him, and my wolf panted inside of me, all happy and content for once.
Shit.
I wasn’t proud of running from Ronan and escaping the situation, despite promising myself to never run again. I thought I’d found my place here. A pack I could call home, even if I could never fully bow down to Ronan. But then came the real zinger. I was slowly realizing I couldn’t comprehend living here while he had Rebecca by his side. Well, quickly grasping it if that kiss had any say about it.
My chest ached with the thought, and I hesitated along the tree line just beyond the main group of cabins. I couldn’t go back yet.
I was pissed at myself
