LYRA

A group of warriors appeared out of nowhere.

Aztoria and I, ready to fight if needed.

They walked until the flames lit up their faces and we realized there were some women among them too.

"Alpha Yeron?" the experienced male who was leading the way stepped forward, eyeing the newcomers.

"See? I told you it was old Omar!"

In a second, the tense atmosphere shifted.

Turned out it was another group coming to trade, and they already knew our guide from past travels.

The Alpha was his friend, so they decided to join our people. After all, more people was better.

Within minutes, the lakeshore became lively and more fires were lit.

I noticed they were more advanced than Drakkar’s tribe, with better-made clothes and even ceramic items.

I stared at the pieces they started showing to the other women from our pack.

Can’t blame them for being amazed—even I was kind of drooling over those soft, well-treated furs, fluffy and in bright colors.

I’d never seen an animal with that kind of fur before