The morning sun shone brightly over the forest, its warmth softening the chill of the night before. Cinder stood outside the main camp, her thoughts heavy with everything that had happened. She had no idea that a new storm was brewing, one much closer than she had imagined.
Jason approached her, his steps quiet but sure. "Cinder, there's something we need to discuss," he said, his voice unusually tense.
She turned to him, sensing the weight in his words. "What is it?"
"It's Lyra," he began, looking hesitant. "She's been acting... strange. I thought it was jealousy or frustration because of everything happening, but it feels deeper than that."
Cinder frowned. "Strange how?"
"She's been meeting with people I don't recognize. They're not from our pack or any allied packs. I followed her once, and I overheard something about a group called the Silver Crescent."