Kael planted his feet firmly on the forest floor, and the fur around his waist shifted with his stance. His eyes locked onto Lyra's, burning through the Veil, trying to read her intent.
The stage mist curled around them, casting an otherworldly glow.
"You shouldn't have come here," Kael said, his voice low but sharp and commanding enough, "This forest doesn't welcome strangers, especially not your kind,"
Lyra lifted her chin defiantly, arching a brow in character, "My kind?" she repeated smoothly, but her voice was edged with venom, "And what exactly is my kind, oh great Alpha? Weak? Foolish? Unworthy of standing in your precious forest?"
"I don't care what your kind is called, " Karl's jaw tightened, warning slick in his voice, You've trespassed into my lands, and now you will leave before I decide to make you,"
"Or… maybe I came here for a reason," she said, stepping closer. Her eyes glittered above the Veil, challenging him openly, "Maybe I came for you,"
