Shadowpeak woke under a heavy sky.
Clouds clung low over the mountains, thick and unmoving, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Lyra stood on the balcony of the Alpha House, watching mist curl through the trees like pale fingers. Her wolf paced beneath her skin, restless and alert.
She wasn’t sure why.
But something felt wrong.
Footsteps approached behind her — light, familiar, warm.
Mira.
“Morning, miracle girl,” Mira said, leaning against the railing beside her. “You’re up early.”
Lyra smiled faintly. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Mira nudged her shoulder. “Your wolf’s on edge?”
Lyra nodded. “She feels… danger.”
Mira’s expression softened. “Shadowpeak’s borders are tighter than ever. Kayden doubled patrols after the attack.”
Lyra looked down. “Because of me.”
Mira turned fully
