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The smell of roasted and charred meat was already rising with the smoke in the air. The werewolves gathered in groups around the fires.

When Lyra saw Nana, the girl quickly looked away in an unnatural way.

The Alpha sighed, thinking about how some women didn’t have a shred of dignity.

Whatever. That wasn’t her problem. Right now, she needed to feed her man.

*****

One hour later…

"I told you, that woman’s just looks and nothing else, her brain’s totally empty." —some of the females whispered, having been watching all the weird stuff Lyra and Drakkar had been doing from the start.

Wrapping a lump of leaves with mud near the lake, then digging holes and burying everything, covering it with more dirt and lit embers on top.

What kind of ritual was that? Obviously, it wasn’t for food.

"Poor Drakkar, he must be starving with such a useless woman."

Nana secretly enjoyed the criticism toward Lyra.

Next to her, Verak talked with the warriors, but his attention was always locked on the