Lyra's POV
The moment I was ready to escape the classroom, chatting carelessly with Poppy about our upcoming assignments, someone's fingers wrapped around my elbow. My body reacted before my mind could process the contact. I spun around with lightning speed, fists raised and ready to strike whoever dared touch me without permission.
Killian stood behind me, both hands thrown up in surrender, his yellow eyes wide with surprise.
"Jesus Christ," he breathed out harshly, lowering his defensive stance. "Do you always react like you're about to murder someone?"
"Considering half this damn academy wants me dead, absolutely," I shot back, dropping my guard but keeping my muscles tense. I caught Poppy's eye and nodded toward the exit. She hesitated, clearly wanting to eavesdrop, but eventually headed for the door. I turned my full attention back to the wolf blocking my path.
"What the hell do you want, Killian?"
