She had just unlocked the front entrance when her scent-tag hummed with an incoming message. The Cresthaven Territory Academy's admissions elder. The voice that reached her was warm and professional: "Lady Ashenvale? Regarding your den arrangements after enrollment—would you like the academy to arrange accommodation for you?"
Lyra paused, considering for a moment before answering evenly: "No, thank you. I've already secured lodging near the academy grounds. I won't need territory housing."
"Understood. We won't reserve a den space for you then. May the moon guide your path."
She ended the connection and was about to push the door open when Fenris's voice came from behind her, tinged with suspicion: "Lodging? Securing what?"
Lyra's hand stilled on the door. She turned slowly to find Fenris supporting Selene by the arm, standing near the den's main corridor. They had just arrived back.
Lyra's fingers trembled against the communication stone. She severed the connection first.