The morning air bit at my skin as we prepared to leave for Lucas’s pack. Derek was already pacing near the edge of the territory, his usual calm demeanor replaced with tension. Happing lounged against a tree, though his sharp eyes betrayed his alertness.
“Lyra, you don’t have to do this right now,” Derek said, his tone low but filled with concern. “I can bring Clara here if that’s what you need.”
I shook my head. “No, this is something I need to do myself. I need to see her, face to face. I need answers, Derek.”
Happing smirked, pushing off the tree to stand beside me. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. Walking into enemy territory just to chat with your old mom? Bold move, Luna.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snapped, glaring at him.
Happing raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright,
