There was a heavy silence between them, enough to make Lyra glance at Penny in concern.
"Penny? Say something," Lyra urged, her voice low but edged with worry.
Penny blinked, still trying to process what Lyra had just revealed.
She remembered Lyra once mentioning a man she'd met at the market—a humble pot maker named Xan. Lyra had spoken of his modest life and how he worked tirelessly to care for his ailing mother.
But now, that same pot maker had been unmasked as the Rogue Alpha of the Blackwood Pack.
"My lady, why do I feel trouble brewing?" Penny muttered, her anxious gaze darting to Lyra.
A friendship with Cassian's enemy was dangerous, and Penny feared this revelation would only invite a storm of suspicion.
"My lady, you should tell the Alpha. If he finds out some other way, he'll be furious," she urged.
