Nyra’s POV
For the first time in years, I couldn't sleep. I hated that. Sleep had never been a problem for me. The ability to rest while others worried was one of the reasons I survived court politics. While other wolves allowed fear to consume them, I learned how to put fear aside until it was useful.
Lately, however, fear seemed determined to make itself useful. I stood on the balcony outside my chambers long after midnight, staring out at the palace grounds below. The kingdom slept.
I did not.
Because something was happening. Something I could not yet see. And the fact that I could feel it without identifying it made everything worse. A knock sounded behind me.
I didn't turn.
"Enter."
The door opened.
Lena stepped onto the balcony.
One look at her face confirmed my fears.
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