*Lyra*
“Lyra,” I hear Bram’s voice through the mind-link. “Do you think it’s Song Pack or another pack trying to overtake this territory?”
“I don’t know,” I send back, my heart pounding beneath my fur. “They could be the remaining survivors. They could be someone else. Let’s get closer and see.”
“We’re greatly outnumbered. If they catch us spying, it could mean trouble.”
“But we can’t just walk away,” I reply, sniffing the air. “We need to know who they are. If they’re Song, we have to find out if they’re dangerous or desperate.”
We slip down the slope. Our paws fall softly on scattered leaves. I feel the wild energy of my wolf body, powerful muscles, and sharp senses. Bram moves beside me, matching me stride for stride.
“Keep close. Stay silent,” he says.
The meeting hall’s br
