Lyra POV

"What the fuck do you mean?" Lyra finally asks after a pregnant pause.

"There are two she-wolfs carrying children," the girl repeats, and Lyra rises from her seat.

"Oh, Lyra, Louisa," Lilith exclaims, slapping the table as she puts the pieces together.

Lyra raises a brow, sitting back down and staring at the woman in the corner.

She doesn't say anything else, retreating to her knitting.

"She lost her mate to this," Byron murmurs, "I'd take everything she says with a pinch of salt."

"I can hear you. Being mateless doesn't make me deaf," the woman scoffs, scowling over her half-formed scarf.

Lyra tries to cover her chuckle...