Lyra
As the ceremony went on, I felt like I was being pulled under — but in the best possible way. A warm, overwhelming wave of people, stories, and open arms. Pack members of every age made their way to me, and each one left something behind.
An older woman with soft gray hair took both my hands in hers and looked at me like she already knew me. “We’ve been waiting for you, child. You’re one of us now.”
A little boy bounced on his heels, eyes lit up like it was his birthday. “I’m so glad you came! Can I show you around the territory?”
A big, broad man with a thick beard pulled me into a hug so tight my feet nearly left the ground. “You’re family now. We’ve got your back — always.”
My emotions were all over the place. I was trying to hold it together, but there was just so much — so m
