Lyra
The tight standoff between me and the witch broke apart when the sound of footsteps rang out through the clearing. The witch’s gaze snapped toward the noise, her eyes narrowing as she picked up on the approaching danger.
I turned and saw the Alpha of the Obsidian Pack, his eyes burning with rage, flanked by a group of burly guards. “Ah, perfect timing,” the Alpha sneered, his stare sweeping over the whole scene. “I see we have a little mate, brothers, and… a witch.”
The witch’s eyes flashed with anger as her hands traced quick patterns in the air. The barrier around us pulsed with fresh power, its magic swirling in response to her feelings.
Soren and Thorian moved into protective positions around me, their bodies coiled and ready for a fight. “You’re not taking her anywhere,” Sore
