Shadowpeak was restless.
Wolves moved through the territory with a tension Lyra could feel in her bones. The shockwave she’d released last night still lingered in the air — not physically, but emotionally. It had changed something. In her. In the pack. In the war.
Lyra sat on the steps outside the Alpha House, Mira beside her, both watching patrols shift positions. Her wolf paced beneath her skin, unsettled.
Mira nudged her gently. “You okay?”
Lyra exhaled. “I don’t know. I feel… different.”
Mira studied her. “Different how?”
Lyra looked down at her hands. “Like something woke up. And it’s not going back to sleep.”
Mira’s expression softened. “That shockwave was huge. You didn’t just break their ritual — you shattered it.”
Lyra swallowed. “I didn’t mean to.”
Mira shook her head. “
