Chapter 21

JAMES

Andrew’s bedroom door slams behind me and it makes me jump. Looking around Andrew’s bedroom, I can feel anxiety rising in my chest. I have been in this room thousands of times before but now it feels like I am an intruder. “I should not be here,” I mumble to myself.

“She needs you,” my wolf, Ajax whispers in my mind.

I look over to Lyra’s wolf form laying on the bed and it is like I am drawn to her; I cannot stop my feet from moving to her side. The sunlight filtering in through the blinds hits her silver fur and it glitters under the sun beams. I cannot help but reach out and stroke her gently on the side. If she feels my touch she does not react to it. Her chest rises and falls evenly in her sleep and every once and a while a little huff leaves her muzzle. Lyra’s wolf form is just as beautiful as her human form, and I can feel jealousy rising in my chest.

“She will never belong to me,”