เข้าสู่ระบบKael’s head snapped toward him. “Like what? Jump out and politely ask them to stop?” “You’re Snow Pack,” Cassian growled. “Use it.” Kael went still. For half a second, even the air inside the SUV shifted. I looked between them. “Use what?” Kael didn’t answer. Of course he didn’t. Because why would anyone explain anything when we could all just sit in a death-mobile and be cryptic? “Kael,” Cassian warned. Kael looked out the back again, his expression turning colder than I’d ever seen it. Not angry. Not jealous. Not wounded over Amber or confused over me or anything messy and human-like. Just cold. The temperature dropped so fast my breath caught. At first, I thought it was fear. Then frost crawled across the edge of the broken back win
Lyra’s POV The first wolf slammed into the back of the SUV hard enough to make the whole vehicle fishtail. I grabbed the door handle with one hand and the edge of the seat with the other as Cassian cursed under his breath, yanking the steering wheel to keep us from flipping straight into a tree. Gravel sprayed behind us, pinging against metal as the tires fought for grip on the narrow dirt road. My shoulder slammed into Kael’s, and pain shot up my arm, but I barely felt it over the burn in my feet and the insane pounding of my heart. “Tell me that wasn’t what I think it was,” Rowan shouted from the front passenger seat. “That depends,” I snapped, twisting around to look through the shattered back window. “Do you want me to lie?” Another wolf burst from the trees behind us, huge and dark and fast as hell, its paws tearing into the road like the dirt personally offended it. Two more followed, and then another. Their bodies blurred between the branches, eyes glowing in the dark
Lyra’s POV Rowan looked at the dagger in his hand, then at the torn wires beneath the dash. “Probably.” “Probably?” Cassian and I snapped at the same time. Rowan pointed the dagger at us. “I would like everyone to remember I’m doing my best while actively committing multiple crimes.” A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. Then Kael laughed too. Not much. Barely more than a breath. But it was there, cracked and wrong and completely out of place. Cassian shook his head like he couldn’t believe any of us were real. For a few seconds, the SUV felt less like a death trap and more like something else. Not safe. Never safe. But alive. Then Rowan cut the first wire. The dashboard lights flickered.
Lyra’s POV Rowan took another sharp turn, and the SUV fishtailed before catching again. “We have company.” Everyone turned. Behind us, far down the maintenance road, headlights appeared between the trees. Then another set. Then another. My stomach dropped. “How the hell did they find us already?” Kael leaned forward between the seats, eyes narrowing as he looked through the back window. “They’re not following scent anymore.” Cassian cursed. “Amber’s car.” Rowan’s face hardened. “Tracker?” “Probably,” Cassian said. I pressed my head back against the seat and laughed once. “Of course. Of course the stolen car we felt guilty about stealing also tells everyone exactly where we are.” Rowan’s jaw clenched. “I can disable it.” Kael looked at him. “While driving?” “No, Kael, I’m going to pull over and ask the pack soldiers chasing us if they mind waiting a few minutes.” “Can you disable it or not?” Rowan didn’t answer right away. That was answer enough. Cas
Lyra’s POV Silence filled the SUV so fast it felt like all the air had been sucked out with it. For a second, no one spoke. No one even breathed right. The only sound was the engine roaring beneath us, the tires spitting gravel as Rowan took the maintenance road too fast, and my own heartbeat pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Kael stared at me like I’d just shoved a blade into his chest. Cassian’s face went still in a way that scared me more than if he had started yelling. His green eyes locked on mine, sharp and unreadable, and the mate bond between us twisted so violently I had to fight not to wince. Shock hit first. Then anger. Then something uglier. Something that felt too close to betrayal, which pissed me off because he didn’t have the right to feel betrayed by me. He didn’t know me. None of them did. Rowan’s hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles went white. “Lyra.” I knew that tone. That was his stop talking tone. His you’ve a
Lyra’s POV Amber should have been here. Rolling her eyes, drinking some overpriced coffee from Ravenmere, telling us we looked like we’d been dragged through hell because we kind of had been. Instead, her car sat abandoned in a parking lot while she was trapped with Alpha Richard, bruised and bound to a monster old enough to be her father. Kael had gone quiet. I glanced at him despite myself. His face was unreadable, but his pain bled through the bond in sharp, jagged pieces before he locked it down. He’d loved her. Or thought he did. Maybe from a distance, maybe from one childhood meeting that had grown into something too big inside his head. I didn’t know. I didn’t want to know. Except I did. And that annoyed me even more. Cassian crouched near the edge of the trees, watching the parking lot. “Two guards near the main entrance. One near the far row. No one by the blue SUV.” “That feels too easy,” I said. “It’s not easy,” Rowan muttered. “It’s the universe being too
Lyra’s POV “Welcome to Alpha Academy” Not trying to look at the Alpha any longer than necessary, we both muttered, “Thank you, Alpha.” This man is seriously creepy, but in an odd way, why did he look vaguely familiar? Shaking it off, I grabbed Rowan’s hand, and under the order of the comman
Lyra’s POV I quietly slipped out of the bed, my senses alert as I observed that Rowan was taking his time. I swear, he could be more prissy than a woman. But then again, what I had said to him earlier, especially after us having sex, might have gotten him in his feelings more than he let on. With
Lucian’s POVThe human girl, they call her Lyra, is now sitting beside me in the dimly lit classroom. I had tried to object, to move away or protest, but I knew Professor Judith would quickly call my dad or, worse, my mom—both known for their strict discipline and no-nonsense attitudes. That sounde
Lyra’s POV My fingers gently traced the lamented itinerary pressed against my hand. The glint of the plastic catches the fluorescent ceiling lights, listing the classes I’ll be attending this semester, arranged in a four-block system: Leadership Classes - Senior Block 1: Diplomacy - 8:30 AM Blo







