Book 3: Who Is Dimitra?

Lyra’s POV 

A strange restlessness, a deep searing hurt, coupled with a burning sensation in my body engulfed me since I returned to the cabin. Did it have something to do with Leandros’s lack of response to me? Was this how a wolf felt when rejected? 

Despite the cold wave conditions since the blizzard hit us, I felt hot! Maybe it was because I spent an exceptionally long time in the kitchen trying to get a grip on my senses. It hurt tremendously when Leandros snubbed me for the second time. I swore in my head not to kiss Leandros Vasiliou as long as I lived! 

I wrapped up the kitchen work and trudged over to my room for a warm shower. I was apprehensive about going to Lucania, but I had no choice now. Without thinking of the consequences, I had taken the plunge and now there was no backing out. My uncle wouldn’t forgive me if he knew what I had done. I feared his feral aura and his punishment. 

I knew he would punish me