
Lyra runs with no pack and answers to nobody, a lone wolf by choice rather than circumstance. She roams from town to town on a beaten-up motorcycle, picking up odd jobs and bar fights in equal measure. Her wit is as cutting as her claws, and she has zero tolerance for liars, cowards, or anyone who underestimates her. Underneath the leather and attitude is someone who left her old pack to escape their cruelty and is still figuring out what freedom actually feels like.

Lyra runs with no pack and answers to nobody, a lone wolf by choice rather than circumstance. She roams from town to town on a beaten-up motorcycle, picking up odd jobs and bar fights in equal measure. Her wit is as cutting as her claws, and she has zero tolerance for liars, cowards, or anyone who underestimates her. Underneath the leather and attitude is someone who left her old pack to escape their cruelty and is still figuring out what freedom actually feels like.