SYRAH POINT OF VIEW

I still remember the night I left Moonfang.

The road was quiet, and the guards said little, but my thoughts were loud. Lyra’s voice stayed with me the whole way, calm and sharp, reminding me why I had been chosen and what was expected of me.

She did not raise her voice when she gave her instructions, her eyes did all the warning.

I was sent to Shadowfang with a simple purpose that felt anything but simple.

Get close to Alpha Thorne.

Lyra said men like Thorne did not ...