“Where are we heading to now?” I asked, brushing dirt off my arms and trying to ignore the soreness still pulsing through my muscles.

Lyra glanced over her shoulder, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “We’re going to the beach. The water’s perfect this time of day. Sun’s not too harsh, and the tide’s just right.” She glanced at me, amusement glinting in her wolf eyes. “But you’re not coming with me.”

I felt my jaw tighten. “Excuse me? Why the hell not?”

“You ...