☆LYRA

No one slept after Seraphine left.

How could they?

Fear moved through the pack like smoke, impossible to grab but thick enough to choke on. Guards doubled around the borders. Patrols rotated every hour. Orders were thrown across the halls in clipped, tense voices.

And everywhere I walked—

The whispers followed.

Transformation.

She had said it loudly enough for everyone near the border to hear.

Now the entire pack knew.

Or at least they thought they did.

The truth was worse.

I ...