**Lyra's Point of View
There was no celebration. The memory of it hung in the pack house like a bad smell, like a sweet smell over a sore that was getting worse. Aiden was gone, but his words had taken root and grown into a tangle of unasked questions and cautious looks. The pack didn't turn against us because they were so devoted to Kael, the Steward, that it was in the air they breathed. But the blind faith was gone, and in its place was a watchful, unsure curiosity. They didn't just see Kenny as a blessed child; they also saw him as a puzzle. A chance.
And Kenny... Kenny was changing.
The thing that happened with Aiden had set things in motion. It was like a door had opened in his young mind, and he had walked through it. The passive, upset reaction to the Other's seeds was changing
