Chapter 38 – Lyra’s Jealousy
The forest was restless that night. Wolves prowled between the trees, their growls weaving into the wind like a broken chorus. The clearing where Kaelen had marked Seren still thrummed with the echoes of rage and disbelief, and the silver air smelled of confusion, fear, and something darker—betrayal.
But it wasn’t the pack who felt it most deeply. It was Lyra.
She stood at the edge of the camp, her hands clenched so tightly that the claws bit into her palms. Blood slicked her fingers, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes remained locked on the path Kaelen had taken with Seren, his hand clasped around the girl’s as though the entire world could collapse and he wouldn’t let go.
Seren.
The human.
The outsider.
The one who had walked into their world like a ghost
