Lyra
I made my way to the training grounds, my eyes moving constantly, taking everything in. My heart was already going faster than usual — the good kind of fast, the kind that comes with finally doing something you’ve made up your mind about. I had decided. I was joining the pack guard, and now it was just a matter of telling the captain.
I pulled in a breath as I stepped onto the grounds. The place was alive with movement — guards training, drilling, moving through their routines with focused efficiency. I scanned the area, looking for him.
Then I spotted him. Tall, commanding, with sharp yellow eyes and a jaw that looked like it had been cut from stone. He was in the middle of speaking with a group of guards, but the moment I got close, his gaze snapped straight to mine.
“Lyra, good
