WREN'S POV
The estate bustled with activity as preparations for the celestial event intensified. Warriors from allied packs trained in the courtyard, their movements sharp but laced with unease. The tension in the air was palpable, every conversation tinged with suspicion.
Lyra’s voice was a quiet hum in my mind. “Trust is fragile, Wren. Even the strongest bonds can break under the weight of fear.”
I nodded silently, observing from a distance. Hunter was leading the warriors in drills, his presence a steadying force despite the underlying chaos. My gaze drifted to Bella, who lingered near the supply tent, her movements deliberate but oddly furtive.
She had been acting strangely, her usual sharp confidence replaced by a jittery edge. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.
