Calla's POV Lucien grunted, staggering but staying on his feet. The bond screamed, a hot surge of pain and fury ripping through my chest. “Lyra, stop it!” I ordered. “Tell them to stop it.”She turned to face me. “Calla, he's Nightmoor. The Alpha of Nightmoor.”“So am I.” I yelled, the words escaping my mouth before I realized it. “He's not the enemy. Not today.”Another blow landed, this one heavier. Lucien gasped but he didn't fight back. He raised his head slowly, blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes locking on mine. The bond tightened, carrying his question like a sharp blade held to my chest. ‘is this what you wanted?’I didn't remember deciding to move. One moment, Lyra’s fingers were still curled firmly around my wrist and the next moment, I tore free from her hold. I ran, crossed the space between us in two strides and stood my ground beside Lucien like my body had already chosen where it belonged. I was in front of him. The shadow pack warriors looked confused, like
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