Rejected Luna's Return, Forbidden Bonds

Lyra POV

The forest smelled as it had been five years ago, and this was odd, everything seemed different. I had a steering wheel in my hands of my black car and I was heading down the known dirt road that led to the pack territory. Trees were crowded on either side, and the branches of the trees were stretched out toward the road, as though they were trying to seize me. My wolf was awake in me, and pacing and impatient, of which I never found myself.

I sighed and attempted to make her calm down. This was merely a trip, that was all. I was going to do my business and go because the Werewolf Council had sent me here to enquire of some rogue traffic that was going on in the neighbourhood of my old home, and which I was to enquire into. It took five years to get over feeling anything about this place. I had also changed, grown stronger, and become somebody. The frightened girl that ran had long since perished.

My wolf would not believe me and that made me more worried than I cared to say.

I parked my vehicle at the periphery of the woods and got out. I was struck with cold air on my face. I had on my enforcer uniform, which was all black and had the silver wolf badge of the Council on the arm. All of my body muscles were tight. I heard the voices of the other members of the pack going through the trees and leading their lives in the same manner that they had instead of the fact that the girl whom they had left was back.

A sound made me turn around. Footsteps, which crunched on the fallen leaves, came heavy enough, and a man came out of the trees behind. My breath caught in my throat.

It was Dane.

Five years had passed since I last saw him but his face was the same only it was older. His dark hair plunged to his eyes, and his jaw was even harder than I remembered. He was in ordinary street clothes, torn jeans and a gray shirt, however, he moved with the air that he was dangerous. I heard my wolf within me make a noise that I have never heard before, and that caused my whole body to tingle and shake.

The eyes of Dane fixed upon mine and then shifted. The brown was washed away and in its place was bright silver, which indicated that his wolf was staring back at me, not at the human side. His mouth was open to say something but nothing came out. He stood where he was and stared at me as though I were a ghost that he did not believe existed.

Dane, I told you, and my voice was hoarse to my ears. "What are you doing out here?"

He didn't answer. He made a step forward to me, another. His breathing became