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Their laughter echoed against the stone walls, a joyful symphony that filled the morning air. “Come on, everyone!” Lyra called out, her voice both playful and commanding. “Every hurdle you overcome today is a step toward becoming the leaders of tomorrow.” Her words, simple yet filled with promise, spurred the cubs on. Caelan, ever the curious one, paused only briefly to help little Elara steady herself before racing ahead again, his infectious enthusiasm lighting up the entire group.

Right then, Lyra rushed over, shoved me hard, and snapped, "Don't you touch him! Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to slap him?" Her eyes went red, on the verge of tears. Suddenly, Brenna grabbed her hair from behind and slapped her hard across the face. "Touch her again, and you'll regret it!" Heads turned all over the hall. Questions started flying. "What's going on?" "Lyra, who is she?" Lyra's mentor, a respected Gamma named Marcus Lewis, jabbed a finger at me. "Who are you? And why did you slap him? This is a blatant challenge to the pack law!"

"Even though we didn't hear the details of what he said to you, we all heard that he was yelling at you which only means one thing... You're no longer protected by him in this school, and I will show you what it means to be vulnerable as a teacher with no protection." I yawned, obviously bored at the conversation that was going on. "I'll be waiting." She looked like she wanted to get physical with me, but something held her back, and a smirk crawled up her face. "Even if no one knows yet, everyone suspects that both of you are constantly fucking." She giggled. "Why, Mrs. Lyla? Your husband can't keep up with your desires? Or are you scared of having his infected and rotten penis in you? Don'

“We are Crystal Moon! And we do not back down from a fight!” A thousand howls erupted beneath me—deep, resonant, shaking the very stones of the courtyard. My heart swelled painfully as I turned to where Lyra stood, her white hair catching the wind like frost. She didn’t speak, only met my gaze with those knowing eyes and nodded. In her hand was her board and chalk. She scribbled something quickly and turned it to me: “We need to go.” I nodded once. “Yes.”

What could have been handled in council, in proper privacy, must now be performed for the masses. Performances go wrong. Performances give people ideas. A wolf should not invite the flock to comment on his teeth. Lyra slides into her place on Kieran’s left, quill in hand, eyes too bright. She’s dressed like a scribe, speaks like a warrior, thinks she’s clever.

“I’m not stopping.” Lyra POV Pain scorched my spine as I rolled to my side, forcing myself back to my feet. “You want a fight, you witch?” I hissed, blood in my mouth. “You got one.” I lunged, baring my fangs, moving faster than human eyes could follow. My claws raked toward Kira’s facebut she caught my wrist mid-air with telekinesis and twisted. I screamed as white-hot pain shot up my arm. Then Kaid charged in with a thunderous roar.

I admit shamefully. Lyra suddenly goes into gossip mode "so how much trouble do you think their in? Did anybody else see? Does the teacher seem like the type that would tell his students? Are we the first to know about this? Who won the fight?" Ally asks talking so fast it's hard to understand her. "I don't know, I don't think so, no I guess not, yeah as far as I know, I don't know" I say trying to remember what order she asked the questions. Lyra goes straight to her phone and starts texting frantically.

“Okay, so we need photos. I have some. You probably do too.” Lyra nods. “And fairy lights. I already have those.” “Of course you do,” I mutter. “Forest fairy.” She kicks my leg under the table. “OW. Abuse continues.” Maya laughs softly. That sound. Light. Real. Good. The morning is working. I pull the iPad closer. “Music. I want to play something special. Maybe compose a short piece using your poem lines.” Lyra’s brows lift. “You read my poems?” “Only the dramatic ones,” I say. “Very useful for emotional boys.”

“You’re joking.” Lyra shook her head, hair brushing her cheeks. “I’m not.” Talia’s brow rose. “That’s more than leaving, Lyra. That’s—” “A different life,” Lyra finished, and her heart skittered at the weight of it. lennox stared as though she’d just rewritten the laws of gravity. “…Yeah,” he said. “That tracks.” Lyra laughed softly—nervous, free. “I want to be a lawyer,” she said, voice steadying. “I want to fight for something real. Something I choose.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> LyraNight: I don't even know who I am anymore. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" DarkVeil: You're Lyra. Smart, talented, beautiful Lyra who loves art and has a kind heart. That hasn't changed. The labels might be different, but YOU are still you. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She stared at those words, letting them sink in. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> LyraNight: I wish I could meet you in person. I feel like you're the only person who really understands me. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">