Meanwhile, inside my heart, Lyra, my wolf spirit, began to stir.
Her anger and unwillingness synchronized with mine, as if the entire world was consumed by her fury.
I felt the power rising within me, stronger and stronger.
This wasn’t just about revenge, it was about reclaiming what I had lost, about rebirth.
As my emotions surged, my wolf spirit grew more active. I could feel the sharpness in my fingertips, a subtle wolf-like feeling. The air around me shifted.
Just then, another werewolf entered the room. It was Darius, the Beta wolf of our tribe. He had silver-gray hair and piercing blue eyes. His arrival broke the tension in the room.
“Alpha Zachary,” Darius walked over to the table, his sharp gaze sweeping over the room as if sensing the change in atmosphere, “What’s going on h
