Lyra felt it the moment she walked away from him.
That pull didn’t fade.
If anything—
It followed her.
Her steps slowed as she moved back toward the pack house, her mind replaying everything that had just happened.
The kiss.
The way she hadn’t hesitated.
The way she hadn’t stopped it.
This time—
There was no confusion to hide behind.
She had chosen that moment.
And now—
She had to face it.
“Lyra.”
She froze.
Daniel.
Of course.
He was standing just ahead, like he had been waiting. Watching.
Her chest tightened instantly.
“Were you looking for me?” she asked, trying to steady her voice.
Daniel didn’t answer right away.
His gaze moved over her, careful, observant.
Too observant.
“You were with him,” he said.
Not a question.
Lyra swallowed. “Daniel—”
“Don’t,” he cut i
