Chapter 37 – A Playful Challenge
Lyra’s POV
The pack acted like nothing was wrong by morning.
That was how wolves got through bad nights: they buried their fear in their daily lives. The scribe who died. The symbol that was carved. Marcus's shadow hung over us like a threat that wouldn't go away.
So when the sun came up, the horns blew for pack games.
There was a lot of laughter on the training field. Wolves moved and then moved back, their muscles loose and their voices loud. Kids ran along the edges, older people sat in the shade and watched, and warriors stretched like it was any other day.
It was almost believable.
I stood at the edge of the field with my arms crossed and watched Raine yell orders like the world hadn't almost split open hours before.
"Pairs!" he yelled. "Streng
