Distant sounds of snarling, tearing, and bodies colliding echoed through the woods, but I barely registered them. My hand instinctively went to my head, where I could feel a wet, sticky sensation—blood. My fingers came away red from a shallow wound at my temple. I must’ve hit my head on a rock or branch during the fall. It throbbed, but I hadn’t blacked out. I was still conscious. I was okay.
“Lyra!” I heard Alpha Elias shout, his voice full of urgency. He ran toward me and dropped to his knees beside me. His eyes immediately went to the cut on my head, and his fingers gently examined it. I could tell he was concerned, but honestly, it was nothing compared to what I’d endured before. I knew I was going to be alright.
Still, he didn’t take any chances. Without saying another word, he lift
