Lyra lay sprawled on the cold floor, barely moving. Her muscles ached, and she was unable to heal properly due to her lack of wolf.

It’s colder tonight; the air from the window, high up in the room, gives her a view of the midnight moon.

It’s a full moon tonight.

She stares bleakly at it. There was no use praying to the moon goddess.

All hope is lost.

Death was imminent.

She figured the torture she had been made to endure so far was a kink for the Alpha. He was still going to kill her ...