~Caleb~
"If we move against Marx without sanction, we risk civil war within the packs," Lyra argued. "Half our kind already think his enhancements are the future."
"And if we do nothing, we hand him that future on a silver platter," I countered.
Before Lyra could respond, the bond flared to life again—weaker this time, but unmistakable. Not words, but pure sensation. Urgency. Determination. An image of the rising moon.
And beneath it all, three simple words that squeezed my heart: I trust you.
The connection faded, but this time it didn't vanish completely. A thin thread remained, fragile but present.
"She's fighting to maintain the connection," I said quietly. "Whatever they're doing to her, she's fighting it."
Zoe stepped forward, her expression fierce. "Then we fight for her too.
