Once she'd confirmed the evidence was intact, Lyra sent word to the Pack Enforcers without hesitation. Her voice was hoarse but every word was precise: "I wish to report an assault to the Territory Wardens. I have complete scry-stone evidence."
Less than an hour later, the door to her healing chamber burst open, slamming against the stone wall with a sharp bang that shattered the silence.
Fenris strode in wearing formal pack attire—a fitted dark coat that marked his Alpha status, every aspect of his appearance immaculate. He'd clearly come straight from some official pack function.
But there was no trace of concern on his face—only blame, thick and undisguised. The moment he crossed the threshold, his voice cut through the room, heavy with impatience and anger. His Alpha dominance pressed against her like a physical weight: "Lyra, have you lost your mind? Selene is your half-sister by blood! This was nothing but a little squabble between pack-kin, and you're actually bringing the Enforcers into this? Are you trying to destroy her standing in the pack?"