Liam
I watched him.
The motherfucker standing before Lyra at the staircase of Sophie’s apartment building, tall, calm, hood pulled down now, talking to her like he had every right to.
Randall Varynthorn.
My jaw clenched so tight my teeth hurt.
Every Alpha who mattered knew the Varynthorn heir...the phantom prince of a dynasty older than half the packs on this continent. A man whose name alone could silence a room. And now he was here talking to Lyra.
Why?
How?
From where I sat in the car, one hand gripping the armrest hard, I could see them clearly.
At first, Lyra had stepped back in fear, but she stopped when he pulled down his hood. The look of relief on her face made questions form in my head: did she know him?
Aries had growled, demanding I get out of the car, walk over there
