Lyra's expression turned grim, her jaw tightening and her brows drawing together in a way that sent a ripple of unease across the room.
The shift in her demeanor was palpable—heavy with restrained fury and quiet authority. Everyone stilled, instinctively cautious.
Except for Cassian.
The other two men, Darius and Eliric, had never seen Lyra like this before. There was no trace of the quiet, overlooked omega they'd come to know. In her place stood someone entirely different. And when she gestures with those sign languages, it carried the weight of Luna's authoritative command.
"Darius," her eyes fixed on the Beta and he straightened immediately, sensing the command behind his name.
Cassian's eyes narrowing slightly at the edge in her tone. There was something commanding in her stance, something that made the hair on the back of his neck rise—not out of threat, but recognition.
