Lyra's POV
The room was quiet, except for the occasional rustle of the trees outside my window. My head was a jumbled mess—too much was happening, and I barely had time to breathe.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, hoping for a moment of peace. Instead, my senses prickled, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Something felt off.
"Good evening, Luna," a voice whispered from the shadows, a cold laugh followed, sending a chill down my spine. My eyes shot open, and I scrambled to my feet, heart hammering against my ribs.
"How fortunate to be an incoming Luna to a powerful pack like this." He said.
There, leaning casually against the wall by the window, stood Adrian. His dark eyes gleamed in the dim light, his posture relaxed but predatory. How the hell did he get in here?
