Lyra’s POV
The moon was a hook of black sky seen over the deep woods of the North Ridge. I was standing on the porch of my cabin, with my nose up in the air in the smelly sand and mud. I had spent the last three years alone. I took a break from my pack and my Alpha regulations to seek calm in the silent mountains. I liked being alone. It seemed to me that I wanted the wind to blow on my fur, and I liked the fact that no man could tell me what to do.
Even this evening the air was different. It was heavy and I smelled something I had not smelled in years, not just the overpowering scent of a man, but that of an Alpha. It was like woodsmoke, musk in dark, and old leather. The smell brought the hair on my arms up.
I walked away to get into the house with a faster heart rate. I grabbed the h
