Nyra’s POV
By midday the grounds outside my father’s house were eerily quiet. The air still smelled of fear and uncertainty. Gareth’s guards and warriors didn’t know what to make of me.
Zee stood beside me like a silent mountain, and Selene lingered in the shadows, her cloak pulled low over her pale face. Before us, the tall, broad-shouldered commander of the warriors stepped closer to me, his expression torn between confusion and awe.
He had heard what I’d done to Gareth. He had seen the power that flowed through me.
“Who are you really?” he asked, his voice unsteady but curious.
“I’m Nyra,” I said firmly. “Daughter of Alpha Martin, the rightful heir of Midwest Pack.”
The man’s eyes widened slightly, and then, as if compelled by something beyond him, he dropped to one knee. “Forgiv
