The Nightfang pack had settled into a quiet, nervous routine following Ronan’s departure at sunset. Lyra remained isolated in the Oracle Chamber, providing precise, real-time updates on the assassin, Sasha’s, movements toward the Alpha’s Den, information that Beta Finn, left in command, found unsettlingly accurate.
She was taking her mandated six-hour rest break when the noise started. It wasn't the distant threat of an invasion, but the sharp, angry rumble of an argument erupting in the main hall.
Lyra unbolted the Chamber door and stepped out, drawn by the sound of her name being used with venomous skepticism.
Lieutenant Daria, the lean, scarred warrior who had watched Lyra with unconcealed suspicion during the Council meeting, was confronting Finn near the cooling hearth. Finn, usual
