LYRA
The drive to Nightshade took just over two hours.
I spent most of it staring out the window, watching the landscape shift from Ravenwood's carefully manicured grounds to wild forest and then, gradually, to something else entirely.
Nightshade territory was different.
Where Ravenwood was traditional—all stone and elegance and old-world charm—Nightshade was modern and sleek. Almost industrial.
As we crossed into the pack lands, I saw it immediately. The buildings were all dark glass and steel, sharp angles and clean lines. Everything was black, charcoal gray, deep blue. It looked less like a pack settlement and more like a private compound. Powerful. Dangerous. Exclusive.
"It's beautiful," Sky said, her presence alert and eager.
“It's different.”
"Different good. It feels... stro
