Lyra was in the middle of a strategic meeting with Nyx and Malakor when the door to the South Wing study was kicked open."Where is she?" Silas’s voice was a roar, his Alpha-aura exploding into the room with enough force to rattle the shadow-glass vials on the shelves.Malakor and Nyx were on their feet instantly, blades drawn. "One more step, Alpha, and we forget the contract," Nyx hissed.Lyra didn't stand. She sat behind her desk, the bone-mask a cold, impassive barrier between her and the man who was currently vibrating with a mix of rage and desperation."Leave us," Lyra commanded, her voice calm."Lyra, he’s unstable," Malakor warned."I can handle him," she said, her eyes glowing with a faint violet light. "Wait in the hallway. If he tries to shift, end him."Her team retreated, though Nyx lingered for an extra second, her eyes promising a bloodbath if Silas overstepped. The door closed, leaving the Alpha and the
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