Lyla (Nymeris)
Nymeris's foot thundered through the pack house as we took the steps four at a time.
I could feel the raw anger coursing through her as we charged toward the East Wing of the pack house. The Omegas and other packhouse staff yelped as she navigated through them, because of her speed, she literally had everyone falling to the ground.
I felt myself being pushed back into the recesses of Nymeris's mind as if she didn't want to have anything to do with me again. The sudden dominance of our shared bond was both exhilarating and terrifying. My mind raced as I tried to reach out to her, regain control, and calm her down, but I didn't know the first things about calming an angry wolf.
No one taught me because they dismissed me as wolfless. Now, I wish I had learned a thing or two or opened up to someone sooner.
