Chapter 110 A Catalyst For Change

• ~Elara ~
• The morning sun was still climbing in the sky when a soft knock sounded at my door. I stirred from my thoughts, pausing in the middle of pulling on my boots. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered who it could be—Lucian, maybe, or even Lyra. But when I opened the door, it wasn’t either of them.
• A young pack warrior stood in the hallway, her posture stiff, her face impassive. “Elder Phelan has requested a meeting with you,” she said, her voice formal and direct. “Now.”