Lyra POV
The battlefield slowly settled into an uneasy silence.
Smoke from small fires drifted through the cool morning air while injured warriors were carried toward the healer’s house. The metallic scent of blood lingered across the training field where moments ago claws and teeth had clashed violently.
But now the battle was over.
The rogues had retreated back into the forest.
And the Silverfang pack was gathering.
One by one, the heavy bunker doors opened across the territory. Women and children emerged cautiously, guided by older pack members who checked the surroundings carefully.
Whispers spread quickly as everyone began noticing the same thing.
At the center of the battlefield—
Lyra sat on the ground.
And in her arms lay a rogue.
Melvin’s head rested against her lap as b
