Chapter 48 The Jealous Rival's Rage

• The scream tore through the night like breaking glass.
• Lyra Shadowmere stood over Kieran's frozen corpse, her carefully maintained composure shattered. The wolves who'd carried the body back from the battlefield stood at a respectful distance, none willing to get close to a she-wolf whose grief had turned to something far more dangerous.
• "She took him from me," Lyra said. Her voice was quiet now, which somehow made it worse than the screaming. "Everything I worked for. Everything I built."