For the first time in nine years, the Silver Moon Estate felt entirely too big. It felt hollow, like a massive, echoing cavern that had been stripped of its beating heart.
It had been exactly one month since the Alpha Princes and Faith had departed for the Royal Academy.
Lyra’s world did not possess light, color, or shape. Her reality was constructed entirely of sound, smell, air pressure, and magical auras. For the last four years, her brothers had been the primary pillars of that reality. Auric was her compass, always guiding her toward safety. Ryker’s scent of wild pine and rain gave her an unbreakable wall she could lean against. Sterling’s calm, calculated voice provided the rhythm by which she moved and fought.
Now, they were gone. And the world had suddenly become a terrifyingly
