The name wouldn't leave my mind.
Lyra.
I had heard it whispered in the halls.
I had heard it spoken with anger.
With fear.
With pity.
But now it carried something heavier.
A question.
A warning.
A choice.
I stood before the council chamber doors, my fists clenched at my sides.
Two guards stood in my way.
"Alpha Damian," one said carefully, "the council is already in session."
"Good."
I pushed the doors open.
Every elder inside turned toward me.
Elder Varek sat at the center.
His expression barely changed.
"Alpha Damian."
I walked inside.
"I want access to the original Moon Records."
Silence.
One elder frowned.
"Those records are sealed."
"Then unseal them."
"Why?"
"Because the records concerning my Mate Ceremony were replaced."
A murmur moved through the chamber.
