Lyra
I stood in front of the mirror, carefully adjusting my outfit for the second day of ceremonies.
My reflection stared back at me—poised, flawless, and undeniably beautiful. Yet, beneath the surface, I could feel the storm raging inside me, a mix of frustration, envy, and raw determination.
Daniel sat by the window, his eyes glued to his phone, scrolling aimlessly as if I didn’t exist. He had barely spoken to me since we arrived at this pack. His silence was deafening, and the reason behind it was clear—it was because of Ariel.
Even I had been taken aback when I saw her. The Ariel I knew, the timid, self-conscious girl from the Stormclaw pack, had transformed into someone entirely different.
She was no longer the shy, overweight girl who always stayed in the background. No, Ariel
