Two minutes later, Lyria left her chamber.
Her face was carefully arranged into a picture of worry and concern—eyes soft, steps hurried but controlled. Anyone who saw her would think she was a devoted Luna burdened by fear for her mate.
Behind her, Kaden stayed back, pretending to study after many months of not doing so, while keeping one ear alert. If Kadel suddenly demanded Lyria’s presence, he was ready with an excuse.
Lyria arrived at the pack healer’s quarters.
The healer, rose immediately when she saw her.
“My Luna,” she greeted respectfully. “You look troubled. What is wrong?”
That was all the opening Lyria needed.
She sighed deeply and sat down, pressing a hand to her chest.
“It’s the Alpha,” she said softly. “Philipa’s disappearance has destroyed him. He barely eats. He b
