Nyra’s POV
The first sign that something was wrong came from Lena. It always did. That was why she remained useful. Most wolves brought problems after they had already grown teeth. Lena brought them while they were still small enough to kill. Unfortunately, this particular problem was growing far too quickly.
I looked up from the reports spread across my desk as she entered my chambers. One glance at her face was enough. Something had happened.
"What."
Lena closed the door behind her.
Carefully.
Quietly.
The way wolves did when discussing dangerous things.
"I think someone is asking questions."
Every muscle in my body went still, not visibly. Years of training prevented that. Inside, however, my instincts immediately sharpened.
Questions.
Questions were dangerous. Questions led
