The pack house was quieter than usual that evening.
Most of the warriors had already left after training, leaving only a few guards stationed around the building.
Inside his office, Kael stood by the window, his gaze fixed on the darkening forest.
But his mind wasn’t on the view.
It was on her.
Lyra.
His wolf had not settled since the training session.
Every time he tried to focus on something else, the same feeling returned.
Strong. Persistent.
Unavoidable.
Mate.
Kael exhaled slowly.
“I know,” he muttered under his breath.
A knock came at the door.
“Enter.”
Marcus stepped inside.
“You wanted the records?” he asked, holding a small file.
Kael nodded.
“Give it to me.”
Marcus handed it over.
“Everything we have on the two visitors from Silver Brook Pack.”
Kael opened the
