Chapter 14: The Storm Gathers
Thorne’s POV (continued)
The doors slammed open with a gust of wind, cutting through the heavy air in the strategy room.
Boots echoed on the stone floor—two figures striding in like a storm breaking into stillness.
Corin turned first, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “You’re late.”
Lyra stepped into the torchlight, her dark braid swinging behind her, eyes sharp as flint. “I’m never late. You just started early.”
Beside her was Tessa—Dax’s mate—tall and imposing, her storm-gray eyes scanning the room like she already knew everything that had been said. She wore her blade strapped to her back, still dressed from the training grounds, sweat and power clinging to her like a second skin.
“We heard the end of it,” Lyra said, stepping beside Corin, their hands br
