SYRAH POINT OF VIEW.

“I need this done as soon as possible.”

I told myself to breathe before I knocked.

The corridor outside Alpha Thorne’s chambers was quiet, I had chosen the hour carefully, late enough that most of the servants had finished their duties, and early enough that my presence would not seem strange. That was the trick Lyra had taught me without saying it outright to never look like I was sneaking in.

I smoothed my dress and lifted my chin.

When I knocked, my heart beat ...