Lyra’s aura hummed beneath her skin all morning.
Not painfully.
Not uncontrollably.
But insistently — like a heartbeat she couldn’t ignore.
Kayden noticed immediately.
He stood across from her in the training clearing, arms crossed, eyes narrowed in concentration. “Your aura’s rising again.”
Lyra nodded, breath steady. “It’s been doing that since dawn.”
Mira circled her slowly, watching the faint shimmer across Lyra’s arms. “It’s stronger than yesterday.”
Lyra swallowed. “I can feel it. Like it’s trying to reach outward.”
Kayden stepped closer. “Then we teach it to reach inward instead.”
Lyra inhaled, letting her wolf rise. Kayden guided her through the same grounding technique as before — veil, breath, focus — but this time, the aura resisted.
It pushed back.
Lyra gasped softl
