"No way… we didn't help you just so we can trade you," Lydia said.
The werewolves have spread out on us, blocking any chance of escape. One of the werewolves, an alpha, stepped forward.
"So much for the hunt game… I was rooting for you." He grinned sarcastically, showing his teeth.
The air thickened as his aura became overbearing. He was forcing us into submission.
"There is no need to waste your aura on them, they are going to die anyway." Another werewolf growled, then leapt into the air.
I rolled off Lydia's with a sickening thud. I didn't want to weigh her down. 'Wolf, are you there with me?'
'Yes.' Came its melancholic voice.
'Can you take control?'
'Your fae blood is suppressing me. If I break out forcefully… we might lose our minds.'
'Do it. We don't have much of a chance to live.'
'Fine. And my name is not wolf… I'm Lyra.'
