Whispers of the PastThe rogue sanctuary was different from what Lyra had envisioned.Located deep in a secluded valley, surrounded by towering evergreens and ancient stones, the camp radiated a quiet strength. Tents and wooden structures adorned the clearing, with smoke curling up from small campfires, and wary, judging eyes watched her every movement.Riven had assured her that the place was safe.But Lyra quickly understood that safety was a relative concept.As she walked alongside him through the camp's core, some wolves turned away. Others observed her with silent scrutiny. None offered a smile.“She’s with me,” Riven had declared earlier. No one challenged him, yet they showed no signs of welcoming her, either.“She seems too pristine,” a woman whispered beneath her breath. “Too proud.”“She’ll crumble like the rest,” a man scoffed.Lyra caught every comment. She held her head high, though her heart felt heavy. This sanctuary was her only hope—and already, she felt like prey, b
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