By evening, everyone knew. Not officially. No one said anything directly. But the looks? The smirks? The very obvious whispering whenever Lyra walked past? Yeah. Everyone knew. “This is your fault,” Lyra muttered as she walked beside Kaia toward the dining hall. Kaia looked offended. “My fault?” “You encourage people.” “I encourage entertainment.” “That’s not better.” Kaia grinned shamelessly. “You should’ve seen your face at the river.” Lyra groaned. “I hate this pack.” “No, you don’t.” “…okay, maybe not all the time.” The dining hall buzzed with noise when they entered—wolves moving between long wooden tables, food being passed around, overlapping conversations loud enough to drown each other out. The second Lyra stepped inside— Several heads turned. Not subtle. At all. Lyra immediately stopped walking. “…why are they looking at me like that?” Kaia nearly laughed. “Oh, this is incredible.” “Kaia.” “You wore the Alpha’s shirt back into the main hall.” L
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