Lyra’s POVThe world slowed to a crawl, a jagged, terrifying snapshot of violence. I stood frozen in the middle of the carnage, my hands still slick with the blood of the rogue I had just—well, I didn't even know what I had done. One second I was a terrified girl behind a steel door, and the next, I was a creature of pure, white fury.My heart hammered against my ribs, not in a human rhythm, but in a frantic, thumping beast’s tempo. I turned my head, my senses overwhelmed by the scent of ozone, fear, and copper. Orion was there, just a few feet away, his face etched with a look of profound, paralyzed shock. He looked at me, then at the shattered remains of the reinforced safe room door, and finally back to me, his mouth slightly parted.I wasn’t just Lyra anymore. I was bigger, broader, and more powerful than any of the brothers. My fur was like freshly fallen snow, glowing with an internal, ethereal light that seemed to cut through the night."Lyra?" Orion breathed, his voice cracking
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