Lyra turned at the sound of his voice, her brow still slightly creased.
"Alpha," she said softly, her gaze flicking back towards the medical wing before returning to him. "I…I was just wondering how Kyson is doing."
There was a genuine concern in her voice, a quiet anxiety that didn't go unnoticed.
A warmth spread through Maverick's chest as he observed her worry. It was a small thing, her unspoken concern, but it resonated deeply. It was a tangible sign of the bond between them, a flicker of the care he had hoped for. A sense of relief washed over him. Perhaps, Lyra's presence could truly bring healing to his wounded son.
A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "He's in good hands, Lyra. He's at the pack doctor now. Just a check-up, making sure everything is healing pr
