Lyra POV
Evening settled slowly over the Silverfang packhouse, bringing with it the quiet rhythm of the pack’s nightly routines. Torches flickered along the stone corridors, casting soft shadows that danced across the walls. The scent of roasted meat and warm bread drifted faintly through the halls, signaling that dinner had begun in the main hall.
But Lyra Valen remained in her room.
She sat near the window, her arms wrapped loosely around her knees as she stared out at the darkening forest. The fading sunlight painted the trees in deep shades of gold and shadow, but she barely noticed the beauty outside.
Her thoughts were elsewhere.
Nyx shifted uneasily within her mind.
You should eat, the silver wolf murmured gently.
Lyra shook her head.
“I’m not hungry.”
But Nyx knew that wasn
