The next day, Lyria received a series of visitors. In the morning, she was studying with Master Ligath, hoping to cram as much knowledge in as possible before the start of the contest the next day.
They were reviewing the proper customs for addressing nobility when, with a dramatic flourish, the door burst open. Standing in the door frame was Alpha Windmere, glowering at Lyria already.
“I take it you know that my daughter has been eliminated from the contest,” he growled at her. Master Ligath looked alarmed at his tone, glancing quickly between Alpha Windmere and Lyria.
“Of course,” Lyria replied. There was no point in denying it. “From Sea Breeze Pack,” she added, trying to keep her voice and her face neutral. “I was there when they met, in fact.”
“Yes,” Alpha Windmere moved several s
