LYRA POV
I was sweating. Not the delicate kind of sweat a lady dabs away with a handkerchief. No, I was sweating like I was about to be tossed into a coliseum and asked to battle for my life. Which, in a sense, I was.
I stood in the foyer of the Blackwood’s Pack house, hand tightly clasped with Hunter’s. He didn’t let me go for a second.
His warmth bled into my skin like an anchor tethering me to the ground, and I clung to him as if the storm of my past wasn’t about to walk through those doors.
The packhouse was buzzing, but I barely registered the noise. Luna Alice and Alpha Alexander were already inside the council room, preparing for the arrival of my parents and the elders who had dictated my fate for so many years. I could feel the energy radiating from the room behind the double
