☽ Lucan ☾
Nyra’s voice kept replaying in my head long after she fell asleep. Vaelor had approached her near pack land, calm and certain, and Nyra had looked him in the eye and felt the lies inside his words. Truth-sight had opened in her like a blade.
"He didn’t chase me,” she had murmured. “He wanted me to run into Zarek.”
That part tightened my gut. A predator didn’t always attack. Sometimes it arranged the field and waited. While she slept, I stayed awake in the kitchen. I sat at the table with my elbows on the table as I tried to understand what the next move needed to be. Leo paced inside me, uneasy, like he could smell danger through the walls. Vaelor wanted her power awake fast. Not steady. Awake through fear, so it would flare wild and make her look unstable. If the pack feared
