Lyra

The clearing was crowded with spectators, all murmuring and whispering. If I were in my human form, the hair on the back of my neck would stand up with all of the nervous energy.

I knew what was about to happen. Things were about to get ugly.

And fast.

But what could I do to stop it?

Especially when Brittany, the big brown wolf, stepped forward confidently.

"Let's settle this once and for all, Lyra," she growled, in a mind-link, her amber eyes locked ...