Still, should she teach her a lesson? Lyra preferred punishing others without getting her own hands dirty, but what's wrong with teaching offenders a lesson? And who cares if one little omega gets hurt? These thoughts slipped into Lyra's mind, and with it came uninhibited temptation.
Among progenitor pureblooded werewolves, coming of age often awakened a bloodline's unique ability, passed down through generations. Such families were exceedingly rare… so few their numbers could be counted on one's fingers. With each generation and the steady intermingling of bloodlines, those ancient gifts had only grown thinner, yet even a remnant of their original might was enough to keep lesser wolves in line.
It was only because of that archaic, unique ability that her father, Alpha Magnus, could maintain his iron hold over the pack, while in other territories, monarchal rule was steadily crumbling.
