ANDREWTwo days. It has been two days that Lyra has been sleeping. James stays with her during the day while I attend to the pack, and I stay with her at night. We barely speak to one another anymore. Just a grumbled “hello,” as we pass each other in the halls. As much as I hate to admit it, I miss my best friend. On days that I can come home early I peek in on James and Lyra. His attention never waivers from her. I find him reading to her, gently combing out her hair, and telling her stories. Jealousy fills my soul when I watch them together. Her face is always peaceful when he is around, as if she can feel his presence and it calms her. She never looks as peaceful when I curl up beside her at night. “If she continues to stay out much long we will need to move her to the hospital,” the pack doctor says as he carefully takes Lyra’s vitals.“Absolutely not,” I growl. “She is not leaving this house.”Th

LYRA“You… You have to leave.” Andrew threatens.“Right. Already planned on it.” James says cheekily.In this moment I can only think of my arms around the little blonde-haired boy in my vision and the ache that I felt as he disappeared from my arms. Alva always said that that the future was fickle. One wrong moment could change everything. And here I am, standing in the wrong moment. I reach in my mind for the vision of the future, and it is gone. Just a faded memory burned into my brain. Andrew stomps back into the house, leaving James laying on the ground. Bending down over James, I use the hem of my dress to try and clean up his wounds, but he only pushes my hands away. “Please,” I beg. “Let me help.”“The less we touch the better.” James breathes out heavily. “It will make it easier when I leave.”“My heart is already broken,” I admit. “I j

LYRAAndrew tosses me on his bed, and I land with a bounce.  Once his hands are no longer on my body I have time regain my self-control.  Scrambling to my feet, I back away from him before he can touch me again.  Andrew is stalking towards the bed, looking at me like I am a prize to be won.  I am surprised that I do not feel any jealously coming through the bond between us.  Only longing and fear. “Stop,” I yell, putting as much force behind the word as I can.  Much to my surprise, Andrew stops in his tracks.  “You cannot just steal away important things in my life because they are inconvenient for you and then make up for it with sex.”Andrew rakes his fingers through his hair and sits down on the bed.  Not trusting myself to be near him, I take a seat in the chair across the room.  “How would you feel if I had another mate?” Andrew places his head in his hands and grabs a fi

LYRAAs Andrew’s truck pulls up next to my brother’s I cannot help but feel a tingle of excitement.  I have not seen my brother since my birthday, and I have not seen James in about a week.  Chase is leaning up against his truck with a very smug look on his face.  I do not even wait until Andrew puts the truck in park before I fling myself out of the door and into his arms.  Chase grunts a little as I slam him backwards into his truck.“Damn Lyra,” he groans as he peels me from his shoulders.  “You act like you missed me.”I stick my tongue out at him as I pull James’s suitcase out of the bed of Andrew’s truck.“Are you moving in?” he asks with his arms crossed over chest.“It’s the rest of James’s stuff.” I shrug, “I thought might want some of it.”“Got it,” Chase nods as he throws the suitcase in the back of

LYRAAs my vision slowly returns, I try to raise my hands to wipe the crust from my eyes, but a burning sensation around my wrists keeps me from trying to lift them. I can feel heavy cuffs around my wrists and ankles, and I know that I have been bound by silver. The silver cuffs will keep me from using any of my werewolf abilities. My eyes try to adjust to the darkness around me but without my wolf, my senses are equal to that of a human. I cannot even growl in frustration. Glancing around in the darkness, I can barely make out a bed and a toilet. The floor feels cold under my feet. The walls are nothing more than cement blocks and there is a single door with a tiny window at the top. Surveying the room I try to formulate a plan of escape, but there are no windows or vents that I can fit through. I try to wiggle my hands out of the cuffs, but I know that I will not be able to escape them without breaking my thumbs. Even though the cuffs burn against my ankles I test t