Mira’s POV

I stood in the center of the war room. No one spoke. Lyra watched from the side. Kael stood across the table. The mark was gone. My wolf was quiet. Present. Not in pain.

Kael broke the silence. “How much do you remember?”

“All of it.”

Cyrus asked, “Even what she planted?”

“Yes.”

Lyra stepped forward. “There’s more than just memory in you now. Her mark may be broken, but her influence spanned years. Patterns. Reactions. Instincts. They’re not erased.”

“I ...