POV: Lyra

The valley was quiet.

I stood on the balcony of the great hall with the cold wind on my face and the first light of morning spreading across the territory like a promise. The wolves below were waking and the fires were being lit and the sounds of a new day rose up to meet me.

The war was over.

The demons had fallen.

The packs were united.

And I was still standing.

Jaden appeared beside me with a cup of tea in his hands. He offered it to me and I took it and wrapped my fingers around the warmth.

"You have been quiet," he said.

I...