LYRA

"Aztoria, is there anyone else around, do you sense any traps?" I asked my she-wolf, scanning the area, alert.

"No, it's just that intense and annoying guy inside the hut."

I walked to the entrance and pulled back the animal skin.

The pack was practically empty, everyone out hunting meat.

"Tell me, what do you want?" I stood while he remained seated on a mat.

"You can still change your mind about the choice you made..."

"Oh yeah? And why would I do that? Drakkar is the male I like," I told him straight to his face, hoping he wouldn't start with the same old crap.

"Because he just got lucky or pulled something shady, but what I’m offering you is way better," he began trying to tempt me:

"...I didn’t actually want you for myself."

I raised an eyebrow at that. I didn’t believe a damn word.

His lust-filled eyes at that moment told me otherwise.

"Verak made a deal with me. He knew I was the warrior with the best chance. In front of the pack, I’d claim you as one of my females, but in