Arrival at the castle, King Elan
Kross and Lyra walked side by side, his hand firmly holding hers. From the moment he helped her out of the carriage, he hadn't let go, not even for a second. His grip wasn't rough, but it was firm enough to remind her he was in control. Lyra had to take slightly quicker steps to match his long strides, her smaller frame almost dwarfed beside his tall, commanding figure.
They crossed the courtyard, their presence drawing quiet stares from guards and courtiers alike. Whispers followed them, not just because Kross, The Alpha of the North with a rare reputation, but also because of who was walking near him. Lyra's appearance was unlike any shifter they'd seen. Her white hair which matched with the snow, and her eyes, a clear green, gave her an otherworldly air.
