The atmosphere in the pack shifted instantly.
No more quiet tension.
No more uncertainty.
This was direct.
“They’re asking for her?”
Kael’s voice was calm.
But everyone in the room felt the weight behind it.
Marcus nodded.
“They’re at the border.”
“Not attacking.”
“Just… waiting.”
Lyra’s chest tightened.
Waiting.
For her.
Daniel stepped forward immediately.
“That’s not happening.”
His voice was sharp.
Protective.
Kael didn’t respond to him.
Not yet.
“What exactly did they say?” Kael asked.
Marcus hesitated slightly.
“Just one thing.”
The pause stretched.
“They said…”
His eyes moved briefly to Lyra.
“Return what doesn’t belong to you.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Unsettling.
Lyra felt her breath catch.
“What does that mean?” she whispered.
No one answered.
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