Adrian's POV
Howard's lips curved into that half-smile I'd come to despise, the kind that always meant he knew something I didn't. He leaned lazily against the marble railing of our courtyard, the setting sun painting faint lines of crimson across his sharp features.
"I heard something about your little wolf," he said, voice low, teasing. "Something rather… sacred."
My chest tightened. "What do you mean sacred?"
Howard's eyes glimmered faintly red as he straightened, shifting from the sun and his tone shifting from playful to grave. "You truly don't know, do you?"
I stepped closer. "I don't know anything" I said with annoyance "If you have something to say, then say it, Howard."
He chuckled under his breath, the sound dark. "Patience, little brother. It seems your beloved Lyra Blackthorn isn't just another wolf. She carries something old, something even the Moon Goddess herself guards."
