LYRA POINT OF VIEW

The morning sun had already climbed higher by the time I stepped onto the royal balcony, its pale gold light spilling across the stone floors of Moonfang’s upper halls. From this height, the entire fortress lay beneath me like a kingdom carved out of obedience and fear. The banners of Moonfang stirred lazily in the morning breeze, their black wolf sigil catching the sunlight as warriors moved about the training grounds below.

Everything looked exactly as it ...