Lyra's POV
God, why does he have to look so good while being completely off-limits?
He's literally your mother's best friend, you idiot. Get it together, I scolded myself internally.
"A gentleman never discusses a lady's age," Alaric said with that trademark smirk.
I shot him an exasperated look. "Fine, whatever. So you and Mom actually battled vampires together?"
"We did indeed. Begin with your hamstring work," he instructed. I dropped into position while he positioned himself at the track's edge, arms folded across his broad chest. "We assembled an entire pack army. Broke the vampires' hold over us and eliminated quite a few of their ranks. However, they had drained our strength for decades. They possessed superior power and retaliated fiercely.
Victory seemed impossible until your mother began to radiate light.
