Lyra's POV
Kael had organized a Ceremony for the new pack members, Ronan's wolves. The hall was alive with murmurs, the air thick with the scent of burning wood and fresh earth, an odd combination of warmth and foreboding. The entire pack had gathered for the welcome ceremony—The newcomers, Ronan's former pack members, stood more rigidly, uncertainty clear in their stances.
I stood beside Kael, my hand resting lightly at my side, my nerves prickling with unease. There was something about this night that felt off, as if the very air carried a weight that no one could see but everyone could feel.
Selena was just beside us and I could feel the weight of her eyes on me–judging, envious and particularly wary.
And then, Kael turned to me.
His voice was low, commanding. "Come with me."