C22 Lyria's Web

The castle had fallen into a somber silence after the loss of Elara’s child. Her grief was palpable, but grief in the Alpha’s household was rarely private. Every corner of the pack whispered about the tragedy, and beneath the veil of mourning, schemes began to unfold.

Lyria sat by the grand window in her chambers, stroking the embroidery on her gown. The loss had left Elara weakened