Lyra couldn’t sleep that night.
Every sound in the guest house felt sharper. Every shadow seemed to stretch closer.
Her thoughts kept returning to Kael. The pull. The bond.
She pressed her hands to her chest, trying to steady herself.
This isn’t real… it can’t be real.
Her wolf didn’t care about logic.
It is real. You feel it. You know it.
Lyra exhaled slowly and tried to push the thought away.
But before she could, a soft knock echoed on her door.
“Lyra?” Daniel’s voice.
She froze.
“Go away,” she whispered.
There was a pause.
“I just… want to talk,” he said.
She hesitated, then opened the door slightly.
Daniel stepped in, looking tired. His eyes were heavy, but there was something else. Concern? Suspicion?
“Lyra…” he began, then stopped.
She shook her head.
“Daniel, plea
