*Bram*
The meeting house has been empty for hours, but Lyra’s commanding presence still echoes in my mind. Her words carried so much fire, but she doesn’t see it yet, not fully. I’ll let her believe her leadership here is temporary if that’s what she needs to think in order to continue making difficult decisions for Song Pack, but I don’t think it’ll be long before they ask her to lead them as Luna.
She leans against the crumbling yellow house, studying the map of the pack territories. I watch in adoration as she plans our next move.
I step up next to her and touch her shoulder. “I’m going to shift and sweep the woods to make sure no enemy scent is close.”
Her eyes dart to mine, sharp with worry. “Alone?”
I give her a smile. “I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.”
She doe
