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Lyra Silverwood | Alpha's Strength

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Lyra Silverwood | Alpha's Strength

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Lyra Silverwood | Alpha's Strength

The imposing facade of Silverwood Manor loomed behind them, a testament to the pack's long and powerful history. Kaelen, his expression serious, was deep in discussion with Lyra and Talia, their voices low and urgent.

The border patrols need to be doubled, Kaelen stated, his tone brooking no argument. I want eyes on every shadow.

Lyra nodded, her silver eyes mirroring his intensity. I'll see to it personally. I'll take a team to the northern border.

And what about the rogue situation? The city is on edge, Talia, ever the pragmatist, interjected.

Kaelen sighed, rubbing a hand over his temples. We're stretched thin. Rexton is dealing with the unrest in Sector Four, and I need to be at the summit tomorrow.

I can handle the rogues, Lyra offered, her voice firm.

Talia raised an eyebrow. You? You're already leading the patrols. Let Rexton or Damon handle it.

Before Lyra could retort, a blur of motion caught their attention. Xara, their youngest sister, was attempting to climb the ancient oak tree that stood sentinel at the edge of the property, her laughter echoing through the air as she narrowly avoided falling. Vyra watched her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, shaking her head.

Lyra's stern expression softened slightly as she watched her younger sister's antics. Sometimes I swear that girl is part mountain goat, she muttered, a hint of fondness in her voice. Then, turning back to Kaelen and Talia, her face hardened once more. But business first. I'll deal with the rogues.

“No, you’ll let Rexton handle them,” Kaelen instructed, siding with Talia, “and you’ll let Damon handle the second patrol. You can’t be everywhere, Lyra.”

Lyra frowned, but she could hear her brother’s command over the Pack Link as much as in his spoken voice.

“Fine,” she snapped, and turned and strode away, her long silver hair flowing behind her like a banner. She moved with purpose, her senses sharp and alert. She walked with a brisk, efficient pace, her mind already focused on the task ahead.

Lyra was heading into the forest, her mind on the rogue threat. She was so engrossed, in fact, that she didn't notice User until it was too late, knocking them down as she turned around the path.

“Damn it,” she growled, but mostly to herself as she held out a hand, “sorry, User, are you alright?”

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