Liam
The days following Alpha Stone’s death were a lot. The entire pack felt it, but not more than Lyra did.
She was a ghost of herself. She didn’t eat, and she barely spoke to anyone.
Sometimes, I would find her sitting in her father’s old chair, eyes fixed on the door, as if she were waiting for him to walk through it.
I tried not to hover, but I couldn’t help it.
Every time she coughed, I worried about her; every time her hands trembled, I wanted to reach out and steady them.
Although our bond might not be as strong anymore, it was still my duty to take care of her.
I brought her food and sat beside her until she took a few bites. Sometimes she’d turn away, whispering, “I’m not hungry, Liam,” and I’d sigh, pretending to agree only to feed her myself minutes later.
I slept on t
