Kross stopped outside Lyra's door, his hand frozen midair before he could knock. He heard voices soft, low, but unmistakably two of them. His brows furrowed. Someone was with her.
He leaned slightly closer, listening. Lyra's voice carried through the door, and what startled him wasn't what she said, it was how she sounded. There was a lightness in her tone, a small laugh that slipped past her lips. It was the kind of sound he hadn't heard from her since that night. Since Tessa.
He stayed still, his mind running. Who could it be? No one from his pack had the courage to approach her, not after what had happened. Lyra had locked herself away for days, shutting out everyone, barely speaking, barely eating. She'd been a shadow of herself. But now... she sounded alive.
