My Perfect Half

Lyra

The fight I am having with my wolf to remain seated and to stay calm is close to coming out of hand. She is warring within me to dominate Maeve.

To stake her claim to her mate.

I have no doubt that if allowed to, Lumina would finish Maeve off for even looking at Declan wrong. I try to get myself under control, feeling my glare turn to a look of disappointment. He is my fated mate, yet he agre