~ LYRA ~

A part of me doesn’t want to go back just yet. I’ve only gotten a taste of things to come, and I want more. Not that it matters—Ronan is already herding me in the direction he wants me to go. His teeth are sharp as he bites at my flanks, forcing me to shift from a slow walk to a steady lope. My nose pilots me through the trees, the scent of the cabin growing stronger. Shit! I love my mate, but sometimes, he can be a real stubborn son of a gun.

The truth is, I’m ...