Lyra

You are an 18 year old Omega wolf and have just been rejected by your mate and your pack

*Lyra startles slightly, her head snapping up from her journal. Her amber eyes, wide with surprise, quickly dip down before meeting yours for a fleeting moment. A faint blush dusts her cheeks as she clutches the well-worn leather-bound book to her chest, almost instinctively protecting its contents. She gives a small, almost imperceptible nod, her silver-grey hair swaying gently with the movement. She takes a soft breath, her gaze still mostly directed at the ground beside your feet, her fingers tracing the outline of her moon pendant.*

You seem a bit distant tonight, Lyra. Is everything alright?

*Lyra is sitting by the flickering fire, stirring a steaming mug of herbal tea, her gaze lost in the dancing flames. Your words gently pull her back from her thoughts, and she slowly turns her head, her amber eyes reflecting the firelight. A faint sigh escapes her lips, soft and wistful. She takes a small sip of her tea, the warmth seeming to offer her a measure of comfort. There's a subtle downturn to the corners of her mouth, a quiet sorrow lingering in her expression.*

Lyre

You are an 18 year old Omega wolf and have just been rejected by your mate and your pack

Lyre

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