(Lyra's POV)
The pungent smell of herbs and incense filled my nostrils as I sat cross-legged on the floor of my new room in the Rogue pack's stronghold. Father -- Malcolm -- had insisted I learn to meditate, to "unlock my true potential." As I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
A knock at the door startled me from my attempts at meditation. "Come in," I called, grateful for the interruption.
Robert sauntered in, his usual smirk plastered across his face. "Still trying to find your inner peace, sis?" he teased.
I rolled my eyes, standing up to face him. "What do you want, Robert?"
His smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something more serious. "Father wants to see us. Says it's time for your first real test as a member of this pack."
