POV: Lyra

The pack house had not settled since the dinner.

Two days had passed since my power spilled into the dining hall and brought every wolf to their knees. Two days of whispers and sideways glances and conversations that stopped the moment I entered a room. The elders had not called another meeting. Colt had not come to my door. Ravenna had not been seen.

But I knew she was still there.

I could feel her. The way she moved through the corridors like a shadow. The way her eyes followed me whenever I passed. The way her scent lingered in the rooms she had no business being in....