POV: LYRAI step back from the long, black table and glance at the cabal seated around me. Faces set, eyes careful, trying to hide the fear or irritation or maybe both. My fingers tap against the polished wood, a staccato rhythm that I can’t quite slow, and I feel the weight of their failure before anyone even speaks.“They lost them,” I snap finally, voice louder than I meant, and I see heads jerk up. “The wolves. Gone. Just… vanished. No messages. No trail. Nothing.”A man in a leather jacket shifts nervously, fingers tightening around his notepad. “They- they split after the attack, Lyra. Some of our scouts tried tracking, but it was like, like they evaporated. Like some spell hid them."I press my lips together, anger and irritation twisting inside me, and I pace a few steps. “Evaporated? That is not good enough.”A woman, younger, sharp eyes, speaks up. “We can increase patrols. Make the boundary tighter. Watch the north more closely. They can’t be far.”“They are not just far,”
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