K I A R A
It’s been days since my father declared war on Damon. The entire pack was alert. Warriors trained morning and night, patrols tripled and basically everyone stayed indoors.
Yet, my father hadn’t made a move yet. He was planning something, I could feel it. He was trying to get us comfortable, make us think he wasn't coming.
I was sitting in the library, a book in my lap that I wasn't reading. I was too distracted. Too on edge.
Alice came in, carrying a tray with a pot of tea and two cups. She was followed by Lyra, who was carrying a plate of cookies.
Lyra looked different. She was wearing a simple maid's uniform, her hair tied back in a neat bun. She had lost the arrogant entitled look she used to have. Her baby bump was now very visible. She looked... humble.
A complete oppo
