~Lyra~
As I sat quietly at my herb store, busying preparing the next batch of petals, Gideon approached from outside.
“Lyra.” I looked up, his expression tight with concern. “Several clients just canceled their Moonstone petal orders,” he said. “All at once.”
I wasn't surprised. “Cecelia didn’t get to humiliate me at the auction, so naturally, she’s finding other ways to make herself feel important.”
Gideon scoffed. “Doesn’t she have anything better to do than obsess over us? That’s petty.”
I placed a reassuring hand on the old wolf’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. The Moonclaw doesn’t represent all of werewolf society. And let’s not forget—there are still Lycan and witches out there. Not everyone worships Cecelia.”
“You mean…”
“We wait,” I said simply, turning to glance out the window at
