Chapter 20

Third POV

The news spread like a poison on the wind, contaminating the pack lands before the dawn could even properly break.

Mira was dead.

Serena heard the whispers slithering under her door, carried on the hushed, fearful voices of the morning patrol.

She was sitting in a chair by her cold fireplace, having not moved for hours, when Lyra finally came to tell her in person.

The healer looked shattered, dark circles under her eyes, her shoulders slumped with a weariness that ...