The distance was obvious now.
Not just between Lyra and Daniel.
But everywhere.
In the way he avoided her gaze.
In the way he stood just a little farther away.
In the silence that followed every moment they shared.
Lyra felt it.
Every second of it.
And it hurt.
More than she expected.
She stood outside the pack house, arms folded slightly.
Trying to steady her thoughts.
But they kept drifting back.
To the kiss.
To Kael.
To Daniel.
Everything felt tangled.
“Lyra.”
She turned.
Daniel.
For a moment—
Hope flickered.
But it faded quickly.
His expression was calm.
Too calm.
“We need to talk,” he said.
Her chest tightened.
“Okay.”
They walked a short distance away.
Far enough for privacy.
The silence between them stretched.
Uncomfortable.
Unfamiliar.
Daniel finall
