Lyra's POV
Rain lashed the windows like angry hands.
The sky had split open, bleeding lightning across the forest ridge. Every thunderclap rattled the manor walls, echoing the rhythm of my heart.
I stood before Kaelan, every instinct screaming to run yet my feet refused to move. The words I'd thrown into the air couldn't be taken back.
They're talking about my family.
I hadn't meant to say it. I hadn't meant to let him see the terror in my eyes or the cracks in my voice. But something inside me had snapped the moment I heard the council speak the word Silverfang.
Kaelan's gaze burned into me unreadable, searching, sharp as the blade at his side.
I swallowed hard. The air between us felt suffocating, thick with power. My wolf trembled under his command, but another part of me the Alpha's blood buried deep inside refused to bow.
