LYRA: REBORN FOR REVENGE
Lyra could feel his nervousness through the mate bond, could sense how much this moment meant to him.
She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.
Then she remembered the cottage. The way he'd kissed Jessy. The promise of "soon."
Her sympathy evaporated.
The procession came into view, and it was magnificent. Guards in formation, at least twenty of them, all wearing identical black uniforms with silver accents. They moved with military precision, their faces stern and alert. Between them, banners bearing the Lycan royal crest rippled in the evening breeze. The crest was a wolf in mid-howl, surrounded by a crown of silver thorns.