Tied to the Storm

Lyra

A few days pass, bleeding into one another in a hazy blur.

Ever since the foreign guests departed our territory, the massive packhouse settled into an unusual, suffocating calm. The frantic energy that usually buzzes through the halls vanished the second the IronTalon pack drove out of the gates. Somewhere deep in the back of my exhausted mind, a quiet ache lingers over the fact that Alpha