Lyra woke in the middle of the night, her thoughts turning over and over in her mind. Someone had gone to great lengths to keep her from learning what her mother truly was. Someone wanted those journals. Someone wanted to bury the truth and push her out of this pack.
But with each passing day, Lyra felt more certain that she couldn’t just walk away from Jake.
He had nearly marked her the night before. She had felt his teeth graze her marking spot, his desire crackling through the bond like wildfire. Juno had been all but begging for it, pacing and whimpering in her head. And the scariest part was Lyra had wanted it too. Just for a moment, she had wanted him to claim her. The thought had filled her with warmth and hope.
But almost as quickly, the fear followed. Once marked, rejection wou
