Lysander
Lysander learns quickly that being tested doesn’t always look like open defiance.
Sometimes it’s a pause before a greeting.
A sparring partner hitting a little harder than necessary.
A conversation that goes quiet the moment he enters the room.
Casper gets it worse.
As future beta, eyes linger on him longer—measuring, calculating. A few warriors question his calls during training, others test boundaries they never would have before.
Not all of them.
But enough.
The real venom comes from outside the royal pack.
The first letter arrives folded neatly, sealed in wax.
Congratulations on your bond.
Though we trust you will reconsider for the good of your future pack.
Another follows. Then another.
Some are polite.
Some are cold.
Some don’t bother pretending.
Chosen mat
