Ryan's POV

The cell door slammed behind me with a deafening clang. I stared down at Lyra, huddled in the corner with her arms wrapped around her knees. My wolf whined, longing to comfort her, but I forced myself to remain standing over her and in control.

"You attacked my guard," I said coldly. "He could have been killed."

Lyra's gaze flicked up to meet mine, her eyes defiant. "He deserved it."

I took a step closer, and she flinched. The scent of blood filled ...