The air outside the packhouse was thick with disbelief.
Lyra stood in the clearing, bathed in silver moonlight, her massive wolf form gleaming like liquid starlight. Every muscle in her body was taut, every breath controlled, but the intensity in her silver eyes was unmistakable. She was powerful. Regal. And undeniably not wolfless.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the gathered pack members. Warriors who had fought and bled for the Blackmoon Pack stared at her in astonishment. Some had known her only as Kael's human mate—fragile, unworthy, a liability. Now, she was something else entirely.
Even Laura, who had stood so firm in her belief that Kael's Luna was weak, had nothing to say.
She could feel the power radiating from Lyra. It was real. Undeniable.
"Is… this real?" Laura asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Kael's gaze never left Lyra. "Yes."
