LYRA

The four men had brought back pieces of one of those predator beasts.

Its legs looked thick, the head huge with a high crest and full of deadly teeth.

"How did you do it?" The Alpha of the other pack had the rest of the meat brought and asked Drakkar with way more respect than before.

"I just got lucky," was my man’s modest response as he locked eyes again with the stunned woman sitting by the fire.

"Are you giving me the clothes for my female or not?"

"What?… Oh, yes, yes of course, you can pick two outfits—it's a lot of meat!"

She answered with eyes still wide, looked like an honest woman.

"Lyra, pick the ones you like."

I felt like I was floating as I bent down between those soft furs to choose my primitive outfit.

I could feel the stares—envy, jealousy, and of course, pure hatred.

"You’re so lucky… You can tell your man adores you..."

"She’s so pretty! And her clothes are so different and good quality!"

The outsider women started complimenting me, and I just smiled softly.

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