Serah could not stop thinking about the dreams.
Every night, she saw the same forest.
The same silver-haired woman.
The same haunting name.
Lyria.
The name followed her everywhere.
When she woke up.
When she ate.
When she walked through the village.
Even when she tried to distract herself by helping Elder Ruth.
It was always there.
Lyria.
At this point, she was beginning to wonder if she was losing her mind.
Three days had passed since Noah’s accident.
The little boy had fully recovered.
In fact, he seemed determined to tell every single wolf in the territory how Serah had saved his life.
The story had spread quickly.
People treated her differently now.
Warriors nodded respectfully when she passed.
Pack members smiled more often.
Some even stopped to talk.
The change w
