Cinder paced back and forth in the heart of the camp, her thoughts clouded with worry. The packs were still fragile, their bonds barely holding together after the chaos caused by the Moonstone's shattering. Just as she felt she was gaining their trust, new whispers began to circulate—whispers of Lyra Draven's return.
Lyra's name alone stirred tension. Once Jason's intended mate, she had disappeared after their engagement crumbled, humiliated by Jason's growing affection for Cinder. Her return wasn't just unexpected; it was dangerous.
When Lyra finally stepped into the camp, she carried herself with an air of confidence that made every head turn. Draped in black leather with a strange, glowing artifact clutched in her hands, she exuded power. The artifact itself seemed alive, pulsating with a soft, silver light.
