Lyra's POV
The car rolled to a stop as we approached the Ironfang estate gates. My stomach tightened with tension. Shopping bags crinkled behind us while the sentinel navigated the final curve toward the entrance.
Something felt off. Movement near the main gates caught my attention. More people than usual bustled around the grounds. Activity that seemed unusual for this time of day.
I pressed forward in my seat, squinting through the windshield.
A sleek vehicle sat parked by the main entrance. I hadn't been in Ironfang long, but the pack's cars all shared a similar aesthetic. This one looked foreign. Out of place. The trunk gaped open while someone barked orders at staff members hauling luggage toward the house.
"Looks like we have company," Celeste observed from beside me.
