Lyra
Thorian gave a slow nod, his face unreadable. “Go on, Captain. What’s the situation?”
The captain cleared his throat. “Alpha, the pack is still trying to find its footing after the war. We lost a lot of good fighters, and morale isn’t where it should be. But we’re pushing forward — working to rebuild and get things back under control.”
He paused for a moment, like he was searching for the right words to describe just how bad things were. And honestly, I found myself wondering the same thing. Was it really that bad?
“We’ve set up a temporary base in the old oak forest. Our scouts have done sweeps of the surrounding areas, and so far, there’s no sign of any leftover rogue activity.”
Vaelin cut in, brow creased with worry. “And the civilians? How are they holding up?”
“We’re doing
