The attack came at night.
There was no warning this time. No silence, no shadows watching from a distance. Just impact.
Lyra woke to the sound of a crash, her body already reacting before her mind fully caught up. She was on her feet in seconds, heart racing, senses sharp.
Another crash followed, closer.
The pack house.
“They’re here,” she whispered.
By the time she stepped outside, chaos had already begun. Wolves moved through the darkness, fast and coordinated. This wasn’t a test. This was an attack.
Kael was already there.
Fighting.
Precise. Controlled. Dangerous.
He took down one attacker with ease, but more closed in.
Too many.
Lyra didn’t hesitate this time.
She stepped forward.
And let the power rise.
It came faster than before, stronger, like it had been waiting. But
