Chapter 26 – Luna of War
The night after the poison attempt, the palace was quiet—but the silence didn't soothe.
It simmered.
It threatened.
Lyra walked through the outer training fields alone, wrapped in a cloak of ash-gray fur, her thoughts louder than any war drum. Her body ached from lack of rest. Her mind pulsed with warnings. But she wasn't afraid.
She was done being afraid.
Power wasn't just about prophecy, or the glow of her mark, or the title Kael had helped her claim. Power was about command. And she was ready to command her own.
Not wolves bred for obedience. Not warriors soaked in court politics.
No.
She would start with the forgotten.
By dawn, Lyra stood in the ruins of the old barracks—half burned during the civil skirmish five winters ago. Ivy strangled the roof beams. Dust clung to broken swords like cobwebs. It stank of old blood and smoke.
Perfect.
She sent out the message herself.
No court scribes. No heralds.