LYRA POINT OF VIEW

Moonfang’s great hall had never felt more alive.

Not with celebration, but with spectacle.

Word had spread quickly through the pack that Kael had returned from Shadowfang not only victorious… but carrying a prize. By the time I arrived, the hall was already filled wall to wall with wolves, warriors, elders, soldiers still bearing dried blood on their skin.

Their voices rumbled low with anticipation.

I took my place along the upper crescent balcony overlooking the ...