Lira tilted her head up, meeting Caius’s intense gaze. The concern in his sharp blue eyes sent awarmth through her chest, a warmth that was different from the fire she had wielded earlier thatday.“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles over her cold cheek, histouch sending a shiver of comfort down her spine.She gave him a teasing smirk, trying to brush off the seriousness of his words. “I thought youwanted me stronger.”“I do,” he admitted, his voice softened with care, “but not at the cost of your health.”Lira sighed, allowing herself to lean into the warmth of his embrace. She relished these stolenmoments, the rare pockets of time where they weren’t Alpha and Luna, where there was noprophecy to fulfill, no looming war. In these moments, they were just two souls deeplyconnected, not bound by duty, but by something more personal.After a long beat, he gently pulled back, his smirk returning, laced with playful challenge. “You’renot done traini
Later that evening, Lira sat in the pack house, exhausted from the day's training. The cracklingfire in the hearth provided a bit of warmth against the chill that still clung to her bones. Sheleaned back in her chair, savoring the quiet, a rare moment of peace amid the chaos that hadbecome her life.Then, it hit her.A scent, rich and familiar, so strong that it sent a rush of emotion through her chest. It wasunmistakable.Her heart stopped.No. It couldn’t be...Footsteps echoed down the hall, getting closer, until they stopped right outside the door.“Did you miss me, or did you forget about me completely?”Lira’s breath caught in her throat, and she turned sharply, her eyes widening in pure shock.“Kora?” she gasped.The blonde-haired, hazel-eyed she-wolf stood in the doorway, a grin spreading across her face,radiating the same confidence and energy that Lira had missed so much.“Oh my Moon Goddess,” Lira exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly as she surged forward. Shethrew
Lira stood in the middle of the training grounds, arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching asCaius and Ronan sparred. Their movements were a blur of speed and strength, fists connectingwith precision, growls echoing in the crisp air. The power behind each strike resonated throughthe ground, the thud of their feet against the earth punctuating their ongoing battle fordominance.Normally, Lira would have been fully immersed in their movements, analyzing each of theirtechniques, mentally planning her own training sessions, and preparing for the future. Buttoday?Today, she couldn’t focus. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the way Caius had kissed her lastnight—no, the night before that, too. She could still feel the heat of his lips against hers, the wayhis hands had pulled her closer, his touch igniting something deep inside her. Her bodyresponded to him in ways she couldn’t ignore. The warmth of his hands on her skin, the fire thatburned between them every time their ga
LIRAThe moon shouldn’t have been that dark.It hung low, smeared in shadows—silent, watching. My skin prickled with the familiar sense of being seen, judged by something far beyond this world. The same unsettling feeling I had every year when the eclipse returned. My eclipse.“Lira!”I winced at the urgency in my best friend Kora’s voice. I turned away from the clearing where the moonlight barely touched the earth. Kora pushed through the tall grass, her deep brown hair a mess around her face, her golden eyes wide with worry.“There you are! The Elders are asking for you—again.”I sighed. Of course they were. They always wanted something. Questions, stares, whispered conversations when they thought I wasn’t listening. The eclipse child. The unshifted one. The prophecy. The words followed me everywhere."Let them wait," I muttered, brushing my fingers against the bark of a twisted tree. "They'll say the same things they always do. Ask the same questions."Kora grabbed my wrist, her gr
LIRAThe Elders sat in a semi-circle, their faces drawn and serious, eyes glinting under the flickering torches. The room felt suffocating, as if every inch of stone was watching me, bearing down on me. I had grown accustomed to their presence, but tonight, their silence was heavier, more deliberate. Each of them was a living relic of ages past—ancient, wise, and unsettling. Their eyes felt as though they could see straight through me, into some deeper truth I wasn’t sure I understood.I shifted uncomfortably under their stares, feeling small—like a child being scrutinized by those who held all the answers to questions I hadn’t even thought to ask.Elder Silas, at the far end of the circle, finally broke the silence. His silver hair, braided neatly down his back, shimmered faintly in the torchlight. His eyes—cold and calculating—fixed on me, and the weight of his gaze seemed to sink into my bones.“Lira Fenwick,” he said, his voice a low rumble, not unkind but certainly not comforting
CAIUSThe scent hit me before the wind shifted—like wildflowers after a storm. Soft. Elusive. Wrong for the battlefield.I inhaled deeply, trying to place it. The delicate floral notes were unmistakable, but there was an undertone, a strange tension to it that didn’t belong in the midst of war. The wind carried the scent of the forest, the dust of the battleground, the sweat of my warriors, but then, there was something else. Something... otherworldly.The moment the breeze swirled past me, I felt the pull, like a thread gently tugging at the core of me. Something deep inside shifted, like an instinctive, ancient recognition that I couldn’t ignore.Her.“Fenrir,” I called out to my wolf, voice rough and low in the stillness of the night. “Do you feel it?”"I do. But something is missing." Fenrir’s voice echoed low and restless in my mind. My wolf was always in control—vicious, confident, with a touch of arrogance. But now? Now, there was uncertainty, a rare tremor in his words.A flic
LIRAThe Alpha’s house loomed at the center of the village—its wooden beams carved with ancient runes, windows glowing faintly from the inside. My feet dragged with each step toward the heavy doors. I hadn’t seen my father, Tobias Fenwick, all day, but I knew he’d been watching. He always was.When I pushed the doors open, the scent of cedar and burning herbs filled the air. My father stood near the wide hearth, his tall frame rigid. His dark hair, streaked with silver, was tied back, and his sharp features seemed carved from stone. His eyes—my eyes—were trained on me.“Lira.”His voice held the weight of an Alpha. Authority. Strength. But it was the tension in his stance that unsettled me.“You called for me?” I tried to sound casual.Tobias turned, folding his arms behind his back. His gaze swept over me, searching, calculating.“You went to the clearing again,” he said. “Where the eclipse touches the earth.”I stiffened. “It’s just a place.”“No, it’s not.” His voice was quiet but
CAIUSThe scent grew stronger with every step closer to Duskborne territory.Wildflowers after a storm.But there was still that void—where her wolf should have been."Fenrir," I called in my mind. "Do you still not feel her wolf?""No," Fenrir growled, restless. "It’s unnatural. The bond pulls me, yet her wolf is silent. It should not be."It gnawed at me. The mate bond was supposed to be absolute. Yet, something about Lira Fenwick defied nature.I dismounted my horse as the treeline broke. The Duskborne village lay quiet in the distance, the Alpha’s house a shadow against the moonlit sky."Elias," I ordered, "secure the perimeter. No casualties unless provoked."Elias gave a sharp nod. "Understood, Alpha. And the girl?"My gaze fixed on the faint light inside the Alpha’s home.“She comes willingly—or not at all.”Fenrir snarled with satisfaction. "Bring her to us."As I approached the house, the air thickened with tension.And then—I saw her.Lira stood framed in the doorway, the fa
Lira stood in the middle of the training grounds, arms crossed tightly over her chest, watching asCaius and Ronan sparred. Their movements were a blur of speed and strength, fists connectingwith precision, growls echoing in the crisp air. The power behind each strike resonated throughthe ground, the thud of their feet against the earth punctuating their ongoing battle fordominance.Normally, Lira would have been fully immersed in their movements, analyzing each of theirtechniques, mentally planning her own training sessions, and preparing for the future. Buttoday?Today, she couldn’t focus. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the way Caius had kissed her lastnight—no, the night before that, too. She could still feel the heat of his lips against hers, the wayhis hands had pulled her closer, his touch igniting something deep inside her. Her bodyresponded to him in ways she couldn’t ignore. The warmth of his hands on her skin, the fire thatburned between them every time their ga
Later that evening, Lira sat in the pack house, exhausted from the day's training. The cracklingfire in the hearth provided a bit of warmth against the chill that still clung to her bones. Sheleaned back in her chair, savoring the quiet, a rare moment of peace amid the chaos that hadbecome her life.Then, it hit her.A scent, rich and familiar, so strong that it sent a rush of emotion through her chest. It wasunmistakable.Her heart stopped.No. It couldn’t be...Footsteps echoed down the hall, getting closer, until they stopped right outside the door.“Did you miss me, or did you forget about me completely?”Lira’s breath caught in her throat, and she turned sharply, her eyes widening in pure shock.“Kora?” she gasped.The blonde-haired, hazel-eyed she-wolf stood in the doorway, a grin spreading across her face,radiating the same confidence and energy that Lira had missed so much.“Oh my Moon Goddess,” Lira exclaimed, her voice cracking slightly as she surged forward. Shethrew
Lira tilted her head up, meeting Caius’s intense gaze. The concern in his sharp blue eyes sent awarmth through her chest, a warmth that was different from the fire she had wielded earlier thatday.“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles over her cold cheek, histouch sending a shiver of comfort down her spine.She gave him a teasing smirk, trying to brush off the seriousness of his words. “I thought youwanted me stronger.”“I do,” he admitted, his voice softened with care, “but not at the cost of your health.”Lira sighed, allowing herself to lean into the warmth of his embrace. She relished these stolenmoments, the rare pockets of time where they weren’t Alpha and Luna, where there was noprophecy to fulfill, no looming war. In these moments, they were just two souls deeplyconnected, not bound by duty, but by something more personal.After a long beat, he gently pulled back, his smirk returning, laced with playful challenge. “You’renot done traini
The frozen winds of Grimhowl howled across the vast training grounds, biting at Lira’s exposedskin. Yet she stood firm, her body steady despite the numbing chill, her eyes narrowed inconcentration. In her palm, a small flame flickered, its golden light casting a warm glow againsther pale skin. The fire was a reflection of the power stirring within her, a force she was stilllearning to control.“Good,” Morgana’s voice cut through the cold, low and almost predatory as she circled Lira.“Now, expand it.”Lira inhaled deeply, focusing on the warmth in her core. The flicker of the flame responded,stretching and twisting, growing larger as she fed it more of her energy. The fire danced wildlyfor a moment, the air around it shimmering with heat, but Lira kept her focus, forcing the fire intocontrol. Slowly, the flame took shape, curling into an orb of bright golden light that hovered justabove her palm.Morgana stopped her pacing, her sharp eyes gleaming with approval. “Better. Now,
The revelations from Morgana lingered in Lira’s mind, gnawing at her as the night stretched on.Lying in the bed, the weight of everything she had learned pressed down on her chest, leavingher restless and unable to sleep. The cold moonlight filtered through the window, casting longshadows across the room, but Lira hardly noticed. Her thoughts were a whirlpool, eachrevelation adding fuel to the fire of uncertainty within her.Her birth had been destined. Morgana had known Malakar. The Dark Lord’s betrayal had turnedthe witch into an ally, yet the depth of Morgana’s story only deepened the complexity of theirsituation. The idea that she had been part of some cosmic design—her existence tied to aneclipse, an event that was supposedly beyond her control—was both comforting and terrifying. Itmade her feel like a pawn in a game that had been set long before she was born.But Lira didn’t want to be a pawn. She wanted to be the player.The sound of a knock at the door broke through he
Morgana led Lira through the winding corridors of Grimhowl’s grand estate, finally stopping at asecluded chamber tucked away from the bustling heart of the pack’s fortress. The room was small, its atmosphere thick with the scent of herbs, dried flowers, and the faint must of oldparchment. Candles flickered in the corners, casting long shadows against the stone walls,which were lined with ancient tomes—some so worn that the titles had faded to nothing morethan ghostly traces.The witch gestured to a high-backed chair, its fabric rich and deep in color, and Lira hesitatedonly for a moment before sitting across from her. The air was heavy with unspoken secrets, andLira could feel the weight of them pressing down on her.Morgana leaned back in her seat, folding her hands in front of her. Her eyes seemed to darkenas she began to speak, her voice low and steady, as though every word carried the weight ofcenturies.“I am older than most beings you’ve ever met, Lira. I have lived for
Lira stood in the middle of a clearing, the cold air biting at her exposed skin. The northern windshowled around her, swirling snowflakes in a dizzying dance. Grimhowl’s land was still blanketedin thick snow, the bitter cold lingering, but there was a hint in the crisp air—a promise of warmerdays to come. She tightened the cloak around her shoulders, looking toward the figure standingbefore her. Morgana.The ancient witch stood with her arms crossed, her sharp gaze studying Lira with an almostpredatory intensity. Despite the woman’s apparent calm, Lira could never fully relax around her.Morgana had an uncanny way of making her feel both reassured and unsettled at the sametime, as if she was aware of something Lira was only beginning to understand.“Your powers are awakening,” Morgana said, her voice low and smooth like liquid silk. “It’s timeyou learn to wield them.”Lira swallowed hard, her heart racing as she flexed her fingers, feeling the strange pull withinher. Ever sinc
Lira wandered through Grimhowl, taking in its vastness with a quiet awe. The snow-coveredground beneath her boots crunched as she walked, the cold northern air biting at her cheeks. Itwas so different from Valenwood, where the forest had felt alive with magic—where the verytrees seemed to whisper secrets. Here, everything was built on strength, from the toweringstone walls of the Alpha’s mansion to the well-maintained roads and grand structures that dottedthe landscape. There was power in the air, a raw, unyielding force that felt almost tangible.She couldn’t help but admire it. Grimhowl was a fortress, built to withstand anything. But as shecontinued through the compound, her thoughts inevitably returned to the danger that loomedahead. Malakar’s forces were growing stronger, and no amount of strength or fortitude would beenough to fight them unless they figured out how to harness their own power. And that, shethought, was something she wasn’t sure they could do.Her footste
Despite the warmth of the Alpha’s mansion, Caius barely felt it. The crackling fire in the hearthand the plush leather chair did little to ease the tension that had taken root in his body. As soonas his boots clicked against the stone floors, the weight of his title hit him harder than the coldwind outside. The responsibilities of being Grimhowl’s Alpha felt heavier than ever.Elias walked silently beside him as they made their way to the office. Neither spoke until theyreached the office door. Elias shut it quietly behind them, his gaze locking onto Caius with amixture of concern and something sharper."Alpha," Elias finally said, his voice tight with restrained frustration. "What the hell happened?"Caius let out a long, tired exhale, sinking into his chair. The wooden surface felt solid beneathhis fingertips, grounding him, but it didn’t lessen the burden that had settled in his chest.“Too much to explain in one conversation,” Caius muttered, his voice rough from exhaustion.