The Impossibility of Us

POV: Lyra

I stand frozen in the narrow corridor. My chest heaves. Each breath comes fast and panicked, but a deep, bubbling frustration rises in my throat, eclipsing my slowed breathing. I force my stiff muscles to move. Slowly, I force myself to turn and fully face the imposing Alpha.

"I don't know what you want from me," my voice breaks painfully. The sound echoes off the polished walls of the