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Three weeks had passed since Lyra and Kael returned from the fierce battle with Marcus. Life in the pack seemed calmer now, yet everyone felt as if they were holding their breath, waiting for something to happen. Lyra had tried to get back into her daily routine, but she still felt tired and weaker than usual. She thought it was just leftover exhaustion from the recent challenges, but there was a nagging feeling she couldn't shake.
One morning, sunlight streamed softly through Lyra's window as she stood by it, trying to shake off a lingering dizziness. She leaned on the window ledge, breathing deeply, hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind.
A knock on the door broke her focus, and before she could answer, a young maid stepped in. She had bright, curious eyes and wore a friendly smile. "Good morning, my lady. I was sent to assist you with anything you might need," the maid said warmly.
