The camp was alive with tension, a feeling that crept over Lyra like a cold mist as Kael led her deeper into his territory. Wolves around them whispered and cast her wary looks. Lyra felt like an outsider in every sense, and Ariadne's bitter words from earlier echoed in her mind. Was Kael truly on her side, or was she simply a means to an end?
Kael walked beside her, keeping her close. She could feel his unease, his guarded posture, like he was ready for an attack. But she wasn't sure if he was protecting her—or keeping her in line.
As they neared Kael's quarters, Lyra noticed unfriendly glances from other wolves. Doubt and resentment burned in their eyes. The weight of their silent judgment pressed on her, filling her with dread.
Kael paused, sensing her hesitation. "Lyra, don't pay attention to them," he said quietly. "They don't understand. But I'll handle it. You're safe here."
