Selene spotted her and deliberately tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. The motion exposed the scattered claiming marks across her throat, some deep purple, others fading to rose. She shot Lyra a provocative look, her voice dripping with false innocence. "Sister, there seemed to be quite a disturbance in the manor last night. I woke up with all these marks on my neck. Should we summon the pack healers to examine them?"
Fenris glanced up at Lyra but said nothing. He simply retrieved an elegant wooden box from the table and held it out to her, gesturing for her to open it.
Lyra hesitated, then reached out and took it. The moment she lifted the lid, a translucent moonstone bracelet came into view. The stone was warm against her fingertips, its color like captured starlight—elegant, refined, clearly worth more than most wolves earned in several seasons.
She tugged at the corner of her lips, a cold sneer forming. "You really are willing to spend generously to secure my apology."