Lyra
I stood straight, staring right into the Alpha’s eyes. “I’m leaving—whether you like it or not,” I said, keeping my voice solid and clear. No way was I going to let him push me around like some servant or guard. If he thought he could just order me and I’d fall in line, he was dead wrong.
I would never bow to him again. I wasn’t part of this pack anymore, and I never would be. They could tie a rope around my neck and throw me into the deepest part of the ocean before I’d ever come back to the place that once choked the life out of me and convinced me I was worthless. All my life I’d carried that same heavy belief—that I didn’t belong, that I’d always be nothing here because I just didn’t fit.
The Alpha’s face twisted into a nasty snarl, eyes blazing with fury. “You’re never leaving
