The portal disappeared behind them.
One second, it had been there.
The next, there was nothing.
Only the trees stood quietly behind them, their leaves moving gently with the wind as though nothing had happened.
Lyra remained still.
Her eyes were fixed on the spot where the portal had closed.
Her grandmother’s words kept repeating inside her head.
She wasn’t fully a werewolf.
Lyra swallowed hard.
What did that even mean?
She had spent her entire life believing she knew what she was.
She had grown up among werewolves.
She had been taught their ways.
She had trained like them.
She had healed members of her pack.
She had even believed that one day she would have a normal life among them.
But now…
Everything was different.
Her grandmother had been tortured.
The elders had bee
