In the Alpha's study, Gerald's words lingered heavily in the air.
"The Verdelune's chosen one…" he said, his gaze fixed on Kross as he shook his head. "It won't come off."
Lyra stood nearby, though her mind was far away. She seemed lost in her own thoughts, so distant that she barely registered the conversation around her. They had asked her to follow her and in her trace she just followed them. She was too troubled.
Gerald's eyes flicked to her, then back to Kross. It was hard to explain what he had found out about the bracelet and was better to just let action tell it. "Give her the bracelet," he said calmly. "Let her wear it and see if it comes off her wrist."
Kross stiffened, his jaw tightening as suspicion hardened in his eyes. To him, Gerald's request reeked of hidden motives. He would never trust Gerald. He was a dark witch whose loyalty didn't lie with him.
Gerald could do anything as long as it benefited him.
