Chapter 45 — Time To Play

• ~ LYRA ~
• A part of me doesn’t want to go back just yet. I’ve only gotten a taste of things to come, and I want more. Not that it matters—Ronan is already herding me in the direction he wants me to go. His teeth are sharp as he bites at my flanks, forcing me to shift from a slow walk to a steady lope. My nose pilots me through the trees, the scent of the cabin growing stronger. Shit! I love my mate, but sometimes, he can be a real stubborn son of a gun.
• The truth is, I’m not the least bit tired. It’s obvious in the way my muscles stretch under my skin as we whip past the expanse of trees. If I wanted, I could keep going like this for hours. It feels glorious—running wild and free, surrounded by the beauty of nature. Even the cold isn’t a factor. I’m perfectly warm, my skin radiating the same kind of heat Ronan does.