Chapter 73: The Prodigal Sister

Lyra's POV

The council chamber hums with tension as we wait for the pack elders to arrive. Xander paces restlessly, while Elara's daughter – who I've learned is named Luna – fidgets nervously beside me. The locket around my neck pulses with a warm, steady rhythm, almost like a heartbeat.

Suddenly, the air in the center of the room begins to shimmer and distort. My breath catches in my throat as a familiar figure materializes.

"Elara," I whisper, hardly daring to believe my eyes.

My sister stands before us, but she's changed. Her hair, once golden, now shimmers with an otherworldly silver sheen. Her eyes hold the weight of countless lifetimes, and an aura of raw power radiates from her very being.

"Hello, little sister," Elara says, her voice carrying an echo of something ancient and vast. "It's been... longer than you can imagine."

Before I can respond, Xander is there, placing himself protectively between us. "Where have you been?" he demands, his voice a low growl. "Do you have any