Most strangely, the compound fell silent.Not peaceful.Not calm.Just hushed, as if Silvercrest itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next scream to tear through stone corridors and forest air.The council guards remained stationed at key structures, but their posture had shifted. Their confidence was gone. Even their eyes avoided direct contact with Ronan’s loyalists now, as though they feared being recognized as enemies when the night finally turned red.Lyra returned to the Alpha quarters long after sunset, her cloak damp with mist, her hair carrying the scent of pine needles and cold earth. The corridor outside the room was empty, but she still felt watched. Morrigan’s message had poisoned the air weeks ago, and the feeling had never left.A cage built from fear didn’t need bars.It only needed expectation.Inside the quarters, the hearth fire burned low. Shadows moved across stone walls like restless spirits. The room smelled of smoke and herbs and something sharper, bl
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