Lyra's POV
The atmosphere in the meeting room was thick with tension as the news from the West turf reached us. The Inferno Pack had launched a surprise attack, threatening to take over our borders and push the Grayscale Pack into chaos. My heart raced at the thought of another battle, the weight of the impending conflict hanging heavily in the air.
Lord Ranio rose, determination etched on his face. “I’ll return to the West immediately to handle this,” he announced. His brothers exchanged worried glances, and I remained silent, my mind swirling with the implications of this new threat.
Once the meeting ended, I slipped away, needing to find solace in my work. Elder Rio needed tending to, and the distraction was welcome. As I made my way to the infirmary, I heard the hushed tones of As
