Lyra POV
The sound of raised voices outside dragged me from my sleep. During the night, my wolf must’ve shifted back, because I was naked under the sheets. How long did I sleep for? I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept so soundly.
On two wobbly legs, I crossed over to the open window, where a light breeze ruffled my hair. Below me, the pack was gathering. It smelled like morning.
An older man with salt and pepper hair was clearly incensed, throwing a woman to the ground. Scars marred the right side of his face, and his smell had a bitter, spoiled tinge to it. As if something once good had gone bad.
The woman stumbled roughly to the ground, trying to hide her face behind her sheet of graying brown hair. Her trembling form triggered every protective instinct in my wolf, and my mus
