Lyra
The clearing buzzed with excitement as the pack celebrated my victory. Wolves were howling, people were cheering, and the atmosphere was filled with a euphoria that was new to me. In the midst of everything, I was amazed to stand next to the majestic White Stag, still in awe of the recent events.
Zara came closer, her typically serious expression now showing a hint of admiration. She halted a short distance from me, alternating her gaze between myself and the White Stag.
"Luna Lyra," she exclaimed, her voice traveling through the clearing and quieting the audience. I have to confess, I had some skepticism about you. Numerous uncertainties.
I aligned my back, looking directly into her eyes without wavering. I am aware that you did it, Elder Zara. And I don't hold you accountable for that.
Zara's lips were tugged by a slight smile. "No, I guess you wouldn't." You
