Lyra stared at the note in her hand until her fingers ached from gripping it too tightly.
“He will betray you. Leave before the blood moon.”
The words ran like ice through her veins, numbing and burning all at once.
There was no signature. No scent. No trace of who might have delivered it. Just stark black ink on rough parchment — and a threat she didn’t know how to interpret.
Was it a warning… or a trap?
She paced the room, her heartbeat uneven. A dozen thoughts fought for dominance. Could it be from someone within Kael’s pack? A rogue sympathizer? One of Thorne’s spies?
Or… could it be Kael himself?
No. Her wolf snarled at the suggestion.
Despite everything — the pain, the past, the rejection — her soul still pulled toward him. Her instincts refused to believe he would hand her o
