"Lyra! Are you finished with this display?" A frigid male voice sliced through the air, carrying the unmistakable weight of Alpha dominance.
Fenris Blackmoor descended the stone stairs in swift strides, his eyes finding Selene first. The sight of her tear-streaked face made the corners of his dark eyes flash with protective fury. He crossed the hall in three strides, pulling her behind him before turning to Lyra. His gaze brimmed with disgust and cold rage. "Selene is your sister. How can you speak to her this way?"
Lyra's heart plummeted as if dropped into frozen waters. She stared at the Alpha before her—his scent once so comforting, now utterly foreign. Once, he had shielded her just like this, standing between her and every storm.
"What did I do to her?" Her voice shook, but she refused to lower her eyes. "She is the one who did those things. Why should I bear the shame? Fenris, can you please think clearly for once?"
"Think clearly?" Fenris's laugh was cold, his gaze contemptuous. "Selene is too pure to do something like that. Obviously you are the one with a venomous heart, slandering her on purpose. Lyra, I never imagined you would become this kind of wolf."