Chapter 43

*Lyra*

He stood still while I hugged him, and I did too.

My arms were on fire, though I could already feel my power mending them back together.

Rowan relaxed against me, his wolf resting his nuzzle against my back, taking a long whiff of my scent as if to calm himself.

I grimaced, knowing I smelled like hell, yet, it seemed to have worked. When I pulled back, the fire, the hatred and anger were go