The city didn’t ease into view.
It rose.
Steel and glass cutting into the sky, loud and alive in a way the forest never was. Cars moved in endless streams, voices layered over horns and distant sirens, energy buzzing through every corner.
Lyra felt it immediately.
Different from the pack.
No shared rhythm.
No unity.
Just individuals—moving fast, thinking faster, surviving in their own ways.
Rowan stretched slightly in his seat, completely at ease.
“Yeah… this is more like it.”
Lyra glanced at him.
“You prefer this?”
Rowan shrugged.
“I grew up in it.”
Adrian didn’t look away from the road.
“He adapted to both faster than I expected.”
Rowan smirked.
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
Lyra watched them briefly.
The familiarity.
The ease.
This was their world.
Not hers.
The car
