Maya and Sky escorted Lyra onto pack land, her unconscious form cradled in Sky's arms. Alpha Enzo awaited them, his expression carefully neutral, though Maya sensed a flicker of something she couldn't quite decipher...disapproval, perhaps? She dismissed the thought, attributing it to her own frayed nerves. "Welcome back," Enzo greeted them.
"Thank you, Alpha Enzo," Maya replied, her voice tight.
"I see Gray managed to rescue her," Enzo observed, his gaze lingering on Lyra. "Come, bring her in to be cleaned." He had already discreetly informed the pack of the human's arrival, a necessary precaution to prevent any careless shifting in her presence.
Sky carried Lyra into the room designated for her, a simple but comfortable space. He gently laid her on the bed, leaving her in the care of the pack's maids, who would prepare her for the doctor's examination. Maya and Sky then proceeded to Enzo's office, the weight of their secret pressing down on them.