Lyra POV
The healer’s den had never felt so suffocating.
Even before Lyra stepped inside, she could sense it—tension thick in the air, whispers lingering like shadows, something wrong beneath the surface.
Nyx stirred uneasily.
Something is off.
Lyra didn’t respond.
Because she felt it too.
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When she entered, the first thing she noticed was the crowd.
Warriors.
Healers.
Pack members gathered in uneasy silence.
And at the center of it all—
Selene.
Lying on the bed.
Pale.
Fragile.
Broken.
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Lyra’s steps slowed.
Her eyes scanned the room.
Kael stood beside the bed.
Darius near him.
Ronan leaned against the wall, his expression unreadable.
Mira stood near Selene, her brows furrowed slightly—something sharp hidden behind her calm.
Something didn’t sit right.
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Selene
