love isn't enough of a drug

Lyre's presence within the pack was barely known. She was quiet, moved about mostly unseen, and did what she believed needed to be done. Here and there she would receive orders from her king or his mate, but for the most part, the striped fae kept herself busy of her own accord. The woman hunted here and there. She'd crafted planters which she then filled with useful plants. She'd healed a member of the pack after he'd burnt himself. She'd brewed a rejuvenating potion to get the young and elderly through the cold months of winter. Lyre was quiet, but she was pulling her weight.

The call from Azure came and the fae's dark ears shifted forward. As she had been tending to her planters, the woman brushed the dirt from her paws and hastily made her way into the mountain. Her nose twitched, following the dire brute's scent until she ended up at the chambers of the other alpha, Azure's father. The scents of other wolves were stale, only the scent of her king being rich and new, so Lyre stepped within the stone chambers.

"Yes, my king?" Lyre met the man's gaze as he liked, but dropped her own a moment later to bow her head to the man that was her master. She knew of the former absence of his mate and knew that the woman had returned, but Lyre didn't know the details, nor would she ask. It wasn't her place to do so. She had made sure that Azure's chambers were clean and prepared for the woman's return and that was as far as her involvement went.

Within her chest, the black and brown woman's heart thudded a little harder. She'd seen the look on Azure's face. It was impossible to tell what he might want with her, especially here, away from the rest of the pack in secluded chambers. Whatever he did wish of her though, she would supply. She stood. She waited.

"Lyre"