Sunlight streamed through the slightly open window, spilling into the room built from glossy black pinewood, dancing across Lyra’s beautiful, contemplative face.
Meala brought over a cup of floral tea and placed it gently on the table beside her.
Lyra offered a gentle smile and nodded in gratitude before raising the cup to her lips. The faint scent of jasmine lingered in her mouth for a few seconds, coaxing her mind to relax under its soothing aroma.
“Luna,” Meala stood beside her, slightly bowed, speaking in a warm voice. “What are your plans regarding the Blood Moon pack?”
While Lyra was still lost in thought, the older woman continued,
“We’ve never interacted with outsiders. For decades, apart from you, no one else has entered the depths of Moonshade Valley. Isn’t your decision thi
