LYRA POINT OF VIEW

Moonfang did not sleep the night Kael returned.

Even before the gates opened, I felt the shift ripple through the pack, the restless energy of warriors returning from bloodshed, the metallic scent of battle carried ahead of them in the wind.

Victory.

But not the clean kind.

I stood on the upper terrace overlooking the main courtyard when the first of them rode in. Wolves shifted back into human form as they crossed the gates, bodies streaked with blood, some theirs, most ...