Lyra’s POV

Lady Lupa was buried quickly. I stood over her grave, feeling nothing. Maybe it was because we never spoke or it was because I felt nothing.

The sky bled. A noble had died and I returned to my room, sore.

But the cornu blaring unsettled me. Back in my pack, that was usually a sigh for war.

Was the East pack going for war?

I stood up and walked to the window even though every step hurt. That was when I saw him holding the cornu.

Alpha Kael.

Lady Lupa was his younger sister and there have been rumors flying around about a curse I didn’t care to...