Besties

POV Lyra

I take a hesitant step backward, breaking the physical contact. The ghost of his lips still burns on the crown of my head. The gesture confuses me, stirring a nervous flutter deep in my gut. I liked the solid weight of his embrace. Maybe too much. But reality crashes back in before I can lose myself in his cedar and pine scent. He is the alpha of this pack, and Maeve clearly staked her t