Mira’s POV

The plaza felt tighter than usual, and every wolf watched Elder Mora as if holding their breath. Lyra stood close to me, quiet but alert. Kael moved to my other side, his posture sharp, waiting for whatever Mora intended.

Cyrus was still recovering, but he remained nearby with Raven supporting him. No one trusted the silence Seraphine maintained after Mora arrived. She watched all of us like she’d already chosen the next lie she planned to use.

Mora raised a hand and demanded the ...