Chapter 30 Blood And Honor

• Lyra’s POV
• The scent of Barbara's rage hit me like a physical blow. Sweet and sharp, laced with the musk of a wolf and something else, something that made my mouth water. My new fangs pressed against my lower lip as I watched her circle me in the sanctuary's main hall.
• "You stole him from me," Barbara snarled, her honey-colored hair falling in waves as she began to shift. "Donovan was mine long before you ever existed."