Lyla Garrity Romane & Geschichten

When I burst in, what I saw will never leave me. Garrick was unrecognizable. His body broken, blood soaking the sand. And Lyra… my Lyra… stood over him with her fist driving into the floor beside his head, eyes blazing, her aura wild, her wolf clawing too close to the surface. The room fell into chaos. I knew what they wanted before they even opened their mouths. Her head. They would call her a monster, a threat. Fear was already rippling through the crowd. But she wasn’t a monster. I knew it. And yet—her face when she looked at Garrick, when she whispered apologies… and then the way she ran. Gods, it killed me.

Warren and I talked about it today and how successful both Connor’s and Quirin’s hospitals have become with Yara and now Kennedy providing educational courses to young medical students. “Cyra!” I turn, seeing Piper walking over with a female from the pack on the other side. I can’t remember her name. Yesterday was a blur with everything happening so fast. Taking on so many pack members in two days made my head spin and names were the first thing that flew out of my mind. I notice the woman looks nervous as they approach. “Cyra, this is Lila. She’s the one who warned us about Stellan.” “Lila,” I say, my eyes going wide. With all the chaos, I hadn’t even remembered that she was the one who cal

Then— …she laughed out. Like actually did… I found myself staring in surprise. What was this place? Did I fall on the wrong side of bed, or..? She gave a small bow to me. “I’m Lyra. Head healer.” Then she turned to leav, but at the door, she paused. “Oh, and one more thing.” I looked up to her slowly. “What?” Her smile widened a little. “Everyone is excited to see the famous Ellia Estrada. Half human..half wolf.”

It nearly broke me when I walked past the nursery they had set up in light gray's and yellows that I had to close the door. I've also thought a lot about what Lyla told me that dreadful day at the hospital. She shook with nerves while telling me and I can only imagine how she thought I was going to react. I kept in all my anger at the fact that this douchebag is now in Adrianna's life. At first, I was angry that Lyla would take a child away from their father, but after hearing her confess that her ex, this Rory asshole, wasn't a good guy, I've been antsy to get some information on him.

If he had Calla’s money, he’d have paid to have a special model created just for him. “Don’t bore her with cars. Not everyone is as obsessed with cars as your brother,” Maya scolded the kid. Unfortunately, even her son was car-obsessed. The hall finally quieted as Lylah walked up on stage, dressed in a flowery blue gown. She greeted everyone and sat on a stool before the mic, her voice soft and low as she spoke about the concept of life called “the final meeting.”

I sighed, I needed to make a decision, but that wasn’t one I was planning to make immediately. Fortunately, the leader of the Sierra team (inventively named because they were my stealth specialists) answered within a couple of rings. “Ophelia, good evening.” Lyla was only young for a wolf, at just 117. Despite that, she was easily the best stealth operative I’d ever met. “I realise you’re in the middle of an investigation, Lyla, but I need all of your team at HQ as quickly as you can all get here.” “The whole team, alpha?”

"Is it illegal to steal lunch money if you're rich?" In the hallway, Braden Sterling—the captain of the lacrosse team and the school’s premier terror—froze. He looked at the nearest screen. His face turned a violent shade of beet red. "Turn it off!" Braden screamed, but his voice was drowned out by the guttural roar of the heavy metal vocalist. The Server Room. "We’re in," Lyra Hale cheered, spinning in the swivel chair. At eighteen, Lyra was a force of nature. She had her mother’s sharp features but wore her hair in a messy braid that defied gravity. She was currently typing on a laptop plugged directly into the mainframe.

“I… I don’t know what you think you know, but—” “No,” Aria cut in. “You can fool everyone else, but not me. Never me.” For a long moment, the room was silent except for Lyla’s shaky breathing. Then… she laughed. It wasn’t joy. It wasn’t humor. It was twisted, bitter, and laced with fury. “Yes,” Lyla said finally, her eyes wild. “Yes, I’m not pregnant. Are you happy now?” Aria blinked. Her breath caught in her throat.

*Tring* Before it could ring again, I pick up the telephone. "Ethan! This is Rita. Come down, I am dropping you home. I will not hear any excuses, I know you are hur-" I keep the phone immediately disliking the female’s tone the way she was trying to flirt with Ethan. Snap that bitch’s head! I stand up, not liking the closeness between me and Ethan. Dakota pulls my nerves to again gawk at our mate's enchanting eyes and swift him off his feet and carry him in a bridal style to the cabin and have him right now.

Lia said, reading out a list. "Okay," Lisa said and we all went to our appointed areas. Rather handily Lia's bookshelf was organised into three sections: 'books I am yet to read', 'mediocre books' and 'books I would absolutely read again'. Allison and I picked out four, two from the would read again section and two from the am yet to read section. "Lia? Where did you last see your charger?" I asked, looking under her very low bed. "Keep looking where you are, it could have slipped under there," she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag.