The Broken Alpha
She would be a hindrance to her father, not his saviour.
“She’s lying,” Lynar said, his lip curling. “All they do is lie.”
Suddenly, Lily could move. Her fists fell to her sides, any notion of fighting overruled by the urge to flee. Afraid and ashamed, she took a timid step back.
“Let her go, Lynar. She means no harm.”
“And should she leave here and tell other wolves of our precise location?” He said wolves as if he were discussing a particularly unpleasant bit of dirt on his shoe.