Chapter Twenty-One
Despite the victory, Lyra knew that this was far from over. Ethan wouldn’t give up without a fight, and she feared what he might do next. His pride had been wounded, and he wasn’t the type to let an insult go unpunished. Late one night, as Lyra and Kael walked through the woods after a patrol, she felt it—a shift in the air. The familiar sense of unease that had settled over her was back. She glanced at Kael, her eyes narrowing. “Something’s wrong,” she said, her voice low. Kael’s gaze immediately sharpened. “Stay close,” he murmured, his instincts kicking into overdrive. They moved through the forest with careful precision, the moonlight casting long shadows across the path. As they neared the edge of their territory, the tension became unbearable. And then, they heard it—the sound of
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