The agonizing symphony of snapping bones echoed off the freezing stone walls of the tower, but to Lyra, it didn't sound like pain. It sounded like freedom.

For twenty years, her inner wolf had been a silent, dormant ghost, suffocated by the disdain of her pack and the crushing weight of her own in

"Lyra," Vane breathed, the name rasping from his throat like a prayer.

He didn't need her to shift back to human form to know it was her. The mate bond sang in his veins, a triumphant, golden melody that completely eradicated the terrifying void of the feral madness. For the first time in his curs

The heavy iron doors of the infirmary groaned as they swung open, letting in a draft of crisp, blood-scented air that carried the bite of the Northern winter. Lyra barely felt the cold. The fire of the white wolf still hummed beneath her skin, a persistent, comforting warmth that she had spent twent