THIRD PERSON POV
On the outskirts of Blue Ridge, far from human life, was a converted building.
From the outside, it looked abandoned. The kind of place people drove past without looking twice, unremarkable and forgettable against the stretch of trees surrounding it, but inside, the lights were always on, and the equipment was always running. The man who worked there kept hours that had nothing to do with the sun.
Lewis Grayfire.
A year had come and gone since he decided to drop his role as Alpha of Grayfire pack and dedicate all his time to finding the cure to Lyra’s illness.
Strangely, Lewis did not miss being Alpha. And it surprised him. He had expected to feel the absence of it the way you felt the absence of something that had defined you for years. Instead, what came was relie
