Immersing her body into the warm bath, Lyra sat still, letting the silence wrap around her as Penny gently helped her wash.
"You seem upset, Luna. Did something happen? Even the Alpha seemed angry," Penny asked softly, pouring water down Lyra's back with practiced care.
Lyra didn't answer right away. She had always found the nerve to stand her ground against Cassian, clashing with him in sharp, biting words. And each time, he had responded with fury—whether through cold dismissal or scorching rage.
But this time had been different.
There had been no storm in his eyes—only a quiet, aching guilt. A pain that had been showing up more often lately.
Still, it hadn't stopped her from lashing out.
Her response had been immediate, instinctive. She had met his sorrow with sharp edges and cold defiance.
Lyra blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. She shook her head in answer to Penny's question, brushing off the concern with a small motion.
