Lyra
"Lyra! You hear me, don't you?! Save me! Save me first!"
Cedric’s desperate pleas were barely audible over the chaos erupting within the Silver Moon Pack's borders.
I stepped out of the forest, Kael walking steadily by my side. Two rows of Royal Guards flanked us, their armor gleaming menacingly in the dim moonlight.
The Silver Moon Pack’s defense line had been completely shredded.
Elite Rogue warriors had swarmed into the sacrificial clearing. Low-ranking wolves lay scattered across the ground, bleeding out. The pack doctors were trapped at the bottom of the stone steps, their medicine boxes overturned in puddles of blood and mud.
Cedric was kneeling in the dirt. His right leg was bent at a sickening, unnatural angle. The failure to shift had left his wolf soul battering agains
