** Lyra **
Days had passed since the incident with my grandfather. Chase couldn’t seem to get it out of his mind. Whispers lingered in the halls, growing louder with each passing period. What started as idle gossip had now taken root, spreading like wildfire through the younger generation of the pack.
“Oh my God, Lyra, did you see Grandfather’s face when he saw you? It looked like he was about to have a heart attack. You’re really something,” Chase said, chuckling.
“His face is already burned into my memory,” I muttered. “I just said, ‘Hello, Grandfather,’ and he stood there frozen. Couldn’t even speak.”
I could hear Chase talking, but my thoughts were elsewhere. Something was off. Everyone around us seemed unusually distracted.
“Chase,” I called, cutting him off.
“Yes, Lyra?”
“Sorr
