Chapter 4: Maya’s Game
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Maya’s plans unfolded slowly, like a spider weaving its web. She knew better than to directly challenge Kael, so instead, she worked in the shadows, sowing discord. Small remarks about Lira’s past, whispered to the right ears, spread like wildfire through the pack.
“She’s weak,” Maya said to one wolf during a patrol. “How can she protect the pack when she can’t even protect herself?”
“She doesn’t deserve him,” another wolf murmured later, the words carrying through the trees.
Lira noticed the subtle shift in how some wolves looked at her. Conversations stopped when she walked by, and sidelong glances were paired with murmurs she couldn’t quite hear. Her chest tightened with every interaction, the weight of her insecurities pressing harder.
Meanwhile, Kael remained steadfast. He addressed the pack’s concerns with authority, his confidence in Lira unwavering. Yet even he could not quell the undercurrent of tension Maya was stirring.
One evening, Maya approached Kael under the guise of concern. “Alpha,” she began, her voice smooth, “the pack is restless. They question Lira’s strength. Perhaps it would be wise to consider what’s best for everyone.”
Kael’s growl rumbled low in his throat. “Lira is my mate. That is what’s best.”
But Maya smiled, unfazed. “For now.”
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