Lyra
I looked at the big, tough guy with my mouth still open. His eyes stared back, full of suspicion. Something about him felt off, twisting my gut.
"What're you doing here?" he asked straight up, and I swallowed hard. What'd he mean? Couldn't he see Vaelin right next to me?
Like he read my mind, he glanced at Vaelin. "I don't recognize her. Why're you showing a stranger around the pack? What if—" he went on, but Vaelin cut in.
"Don't stress, she's no danger to us," he said coolly, but the guy didn't buy it, still shooting me dirty looks.
"She doesn't seem reliable. Could be a thief, or sent here on purpose. How do you know she's not in trouble? Have you seen her before? She shouldn't be around. I smell something wrong with her," he snapped back, eyeing me in a creepy way.
