Third Person pov :
Peace is an incredibly rare and fragile commodity in the supernatural world. For most packs, peace is merely a brief intermission between wars, a temporary breath taken before the next battle cry.
But for the Silver Moon Estate, peace became an era.
The years flowed like water, smooth and uninterrupted. The brutal winters melted into vibrant springs, and the hot, golden summers cooled into crisp autumns. The shadow had faded into a distant, cautionary tale whispered to pups before bed.
Four years passed since the day the Vampire King had visited the garden.
Lyra was now eleven years old.
The courtyard of the Estate was bathed in the warm, late-afternoon sun. The warriors were lined up along the stone walls, completely silent, watching the center ring with abs
