Elara stood at the grand oak doors of the Keep,speaking with Elder Weston,the wealthy wolf known for handling the Pack’s most difficult bond severances.They were examining a large,official document.
Ryder’s heart gave a sudden,hard thump of pure,primal dread.He swiftly exited the vehicle and helped the unsteady Lyra forward.
“What in the name of the Moon Goddess is happening here?”
His eyes were locked on the document.“Who is initiating a severance?”
The parchment looked familiar,bearing the faint,cold scent of Pack Law,but before he could get a clear look,Elara calmly tucked it into her sturdy leather satchel.
“Sierra and her Beta are undergoing a severance.I’m simply advising my confidante on the legal implications,”she said,using her friend's name as a perfect shield.Elara then turned her attention to Lyra,whose distress scent was heavy in the air.
“What has happened to Lyra?Is she injured?”
Ryder hesitated,his eyes flickering between Elara’s cool gaze and Lyra's vulnerable presence.“Her former Mate’s Clan caused trouble at the den.She needs a few cycles to hide out here.”