LYRA’S POV

I watched as the shadow approached and stopped just before the light could make sense of his features. “Luna, you should eat. It’s been three days now. The Alpha is worried that you’d hurt the pup and yourself this way.” He gently placed another tray of food on a table that had been brought in some days back.

“Who are you? Who is your Alpha? Where am I, and why have you people taken me?” I asked, noticing how sweat broke down my back with every word I spoke. I was ...