Lyra

As I emerged from the Cells and into the bright sunshine, Ryan stood there, his posture rigid and eyes hard. For the past five days, he'd avoided me, and my frustration at being ignored bubbled over.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" I demanded, my voice echoing off the stone walls. I quickly looked around, thankful no one had witnessed my disrespect towards the Alpha. If it had been my father, Vivian would have torn out my throat.

Literally.

Ryan just ...