The room grew quiet again.
For the first time since arriving, Lyra felt something shift in the atmosphere.
Something complicated.
Because now both brothers were staying.
And the more time they spent in the pack…
The harder things would become.
Marcus’s voice echoed quietly in her mind.
Lyra?
Yes.
You’re noticing it too, right?
Lyra didn’t answer immediately.
Her silver eyes drifted briefly toward Rowan.
Then toward Adrian.
Two brothers.
Two very different dangers.
Morning came slowly to the Blackridge territory.
Golden light filtered through the tall trees, stretching across the Alpha House windows and spilling into the main hall in soft streaks. The forest, alive with distant movement and quiet howls, carried the rhythm of a pack that never truly slept.
Inside, however—
