Third Person pov :
Four years later.
The Silver Moon Estate had changed. It was no longer just a sanctuary of peace; it had become a heavily fortified fortress of lethal preparation. The walls were higher, the pack warriors patrols were doubled, and the Alpha Kings ruled with a sharper, more unforgiving edge. The shadow of Kaelen’s attack had permanently altered the royal family.
But nowhere was that change more evident than on the training fields.
It was a crisp autumn afternoon. The training grounds were cleared of ordinary soldiers. Today, the field belonged exclusively to the royal heirs.
Standing perfectly still in the center of the grassy arena was four-year-old Lyra.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, possessing an otherworldly grace that made the toughest warriors stop a
