Whispers of the Wild Heart

Previously

…Zephyr whimpered again, burying his face in Lyra’s flank. Lyra licked his ear, a small gesture of comfort. She wished she could banish their father, could send him away with a wave of her paw. But she was just a pup, and he was a force of nature, a shadow that loomed over their lives. “You are the elder,” the father said, his voice suddenly sharp, cutting through Lyra’s thoughts. “You are supposed to be strong. You are supposed to protect him.” The accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Lyra knew he was right. She was the elder by a few moments, and in their