Lyra’s pov

As soon as Varken left, I was detained. The men stood in front of my room door, on an order by the Alpha not to let me out, reminding me once again, I was just a prisoner, here.

Xadrien was here. I was panicked by his presence, here I had never expected him to come, not after how we left each other the last time we spoke.

I began to pace the room, walking back and forth several times, running my hand through my hair, clearly feeling uncomfortable. I was desperate to understand ...