Lyra
I pushed the Alpha’s office door open and walked straight in, my eyes burning with a fierce, unwavering resolve. “You’re talking about rejoining me to the Pack?” I demanded, keeping my voice low and controlled, though the edge running underneath it was impossible to miss.
Surprise flickered across his face, quickly replaced by something more calculated as he took in the way I was standing — like I wasn’t going to move for anything. The air between us felt thick, stretched tight with everything neither of us had said yet.
“So it’s true,” I said, my voice steady but carrying something raw underneath it. “You’re actually considering forcing me back in.” The Alpha’s face gave nothing away easily, but I caught the flicker of curiosity in his eyes, like he was still trying to figure out
