Lyra POV
I pulled at the hem of my light-yellow, linen dress, a common outfit choice for female shifters due to how easy it is to discard before a change and carry. For whatever reason, it made me feel exposed, uncomfortable; even my wolf twitched inside of me in irritation. The male gazes burning into my back didn’t help, making me feel more like prey.
“You look fine, honey.” My mother smoothed down a ruffle in my sleeve. “Ignore them, they won’t cross their Alpha.” A floorboard of the front porch creaked under my mother as her weight shifted from one foot to another.
I swallowed down my stomach which threatened to eject through my mouth. Fan-f*****g-tastic. I wasn’t at risk because I was Travis’s toy and future mate. I hated this place, and the sooner I was free of it, the better. Th
