Claimed By The Lycan King
But even as I spoke the words, a small, nagging voice whispered in the back of my mind.
What if she had finally escaped for good?
I shook my head, refusing to entertain the thought. Lyra has no freedom of her own, and I would bring her back. No matter the cost.
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.
“Come in,” I barked.
Beta Markus entered. “Alpha,” he began, “I have an urgent message from the Lycan King.”
“What does he want?” I asked as I straightened in my chair.
“He’s requested an audience with you,” he said.