Lyra POV
My heart constricted in my chest so tightly, I swore I’d never be able to feel anything but anger and pain ever again. I wanted to be rash, to throw myself into battle and fight off the bloodsuckers. To do something while Travis didn’t. I wanted to shout from the rooftops that he’d been selling out packs. I wanted to create an uproar, and a part of me didn’t care how much bloodshed came with it. I felt useless as I was consumed with Pearl’s pain, and the only thing I had ever known how to do was physically fight and stand up for my pack members. The reason I didn’t jump from my chair right then was because her quiet words continued.
“He and the others were just going down to the stream. He needed a wash, and they’re just pups. They’re meant to play and have fun. The stream wasn’
