Lyra's POV
The moment Selena left me, her threats bounce in my mind, each one sharper than the last. Her words weren't just warnings—they were daggers meant to slice away at my confidence and resolve. And as I walked back to my room with Kael, I made a decision. If Selena thought she could back me into a corner, she was mistaken.
I wasn't running, and I wasn't going to let her strip me of my strength.
By the time I reached my door, a plan had started to form. Selena wanted to paint me as a threat? Fine. I'd show the pack that I wasn't a danger but an asset they couldn't afford to lose.
The next morning, as the sun barely touched the horizon, I was up and dressed, my resolve steeled. My first stop was the training grounds—a place I'd avoided for too long. It had become a symbol of judgment, of whispers, of glares that pierced deeper than any blade. But today, I wouldn't shrink back.