The pack grounds were tense, the weight of whispered conversations pressing down on every wolf. Ever since Lyra’s surge during training, the balance within the pack had shifted, and the effects were immediate. Supporters and skeptics alike exchanged furtive glances, the undercurrent of fear and admiration weaving through the group like a living thing.Some wolves lingered near the edges of the training field, eyes bright with curiosity and awe. They watched Lyra as she practiced, noting the precision in her movements, the raw power that seemed to hum beneath her skin. Her strikes were faster than any scout’s, her endurance unmatched. Every step, every pivot, every pulse of energy radiated confidence, and for those who respected strength, she was becoming a symbol of possibility.Yet not everyone felt admiration. A number of older pack members shifted uneasily, glances sharp and calculating. Their whispers carried the same warning: unnatural, dangerous, unpredictable. The seeds of doub
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