Lyra's POV
"When the Sky Turns Red"
The wind tore through Riverbend like a living thing, carrying with it the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of smoke from the charred trees along the outer forest.
Lyra's heart thudded in her chest not with fear, though there was plenty of that but with the weight of expectation pressing down like the heaviest stone.
She had returned to Riverbend not as a wanderer, not as an omega hiding in shadows, but as Lyra Hale, the true heir of the Silverfang Pack. Her very bloodline pulsed through her veins, and everyone here could feel it the stirrings of power, respect, and unease.
Luna, the matriarch of Riverbend, stood on the high balcony of the Great Hall, her silver hair flowing behind her in the wind. Her eyes, sharp and knowing, locked onto Lyra the moment she stepped into the clearing below.
