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2024-10-29 19:42:56LYRA
Cool air hits my skin as the thick blanket is ripped from my body. Mr. Grayson is standing over me with a wicked grin on his face.
“Your mate has done me a huge favor,” he says as his eyes rake over my body.
I pull myself into a sitting position and attempt to wipe the dirt from the side of my face, ignoring the sting of the silver against my skin. “I am sure anything that he did was not for your benefit,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Either way,” he continues to grin creepily in my direction. “Cain is dead.”
A sense of relief washes over me knowing that Cain is gone forever. Surely by now he has returned to the pack and would be looking for me. I just need to focus on using my powers without the aid of River. The old woman had told me that my abilities were not tied to River, but I have yet to be able to use them without her present in my mind. Yes, sometimes she was subdued but she was always pres
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JAMESDarkness surrounds me. A steady beeping noise fills the dark void that I cannot escape. Every now and then voices surround me, sometimes I can hear what is being said and other times it is nothing more than a jumbled mess. When I hear the voices I try to open my eyes to let them know I am still here but the more I try to reach out the farther I slip into the void. The void is dark and numb. Sitting in the dark recesses of my mind I try to reach out to my wolf, but silence in my mind is deafening. I worry if I am unable to wake soon the darkness will consume me and I will remain this way forever.“Lyra,” I call out the only name I can remember into the darkness. “Lyra.”LYRAMr. Grayson has not uncovered me since I last angered him. I do not know how long I have been under this blanket. I have long stopped asking for food or for bathroom breaks, knowing that I will be denied. My body is weak from the poison and lack of food. T
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ANDREWWhen I burst through the hospital doors with Lyra the whole place seemed to erupt into chaos. She is taken from my arms and placed in a trauma room. There are so many doctors and nurses bustling around her that I have no choice but to sit to the side and watch helplessly as they try to revive my mate. Just like James, she is connected to every line and a tube that they can fit onto her body. I watch silently as a female nurse wipes the ash from her body. Even though they are speaking quietly to one another I can still hear the murmurs of concern in all of their voices. Once the doctors are sure that she is stable they cover her with a sheet and wheel her into her own room. I follow behind, staring at the ground. I do not dare meet anyone’s eyes. I do not want to see their pity, just as I do not want them to see my shame. Both of my mates are dying in rooms next to one another and I did nothing to protect them. Nothing I did was enough. I do not deserve th
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LYRA My left hand feels restless. There is a constant warmth and tingle that sends sparks throughout my whole body. The feeling is not foreign, but I cannot seem to place where I have felt the sparks before. As soothing as the warmth and the tingles are, my fingers are begging to move. Twitching my fingers one at a time, I groan at the stiffness of my knuckles. Each movement is accompanied by a dull, throbbing ache. As I move each finger, the warmth tightens around my hand making it harder to move. “Lyra,” a voice calls through the fog that is clouding my mind. “Lyra, are you awake?”I struggle to open my eyes against the blinding light that surrounds me. My eye lashes feel as if they are glued shut. I try to raise my hands to help clear my eyes, but they are heavy at my side. Turning my head away from the light I force my eyes open. The world around me is foggy, like it is covered in a mist. Blinking my eyes repeatedly, I try to clear
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LYRAFor two weeks I have been stuck in this hospital bed and I am starting to get restless. The nurses are kind enough to let me walk along the halls several times a day to keep me sane. But it is not enough. River’s constant howling for her mates inside of my mind is driving me insane. Andrew only comes to visit once a day, claiming that he needs to get back to attending to the pack’s business, but we both know that it is a lie. Since the day I woke up, he has become more and more distant. Trying to block his mind from my own. It is almost as if he is afraid of me and what I am capable of. I knew that I had caused massive destruction to the cave in my attempt to escape but I had passed out before I could see the extent of the mess I created. I tried to ask Andrew the first couple of times he visited what he found but he always changed the subject. Then there was James. His body was improving physically but he still has not woken. The breathing tu
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ANDREWSilently and helplessly I watch as Lyra goes limp beside James. I do not dare move her for fear of breaking the link that she is trying to create with James. Her arms fall limply from James’s temples and her head falls on his shoulder. If I did not know better it would appear that they had fallen asleep together. I wait for the rush of jealousy that I used to feel when they would get close, but it does not come. Them laying together feels right. Lyra is right, without James we are not complete. The longer she stays in the void the farther she feels from me. Brax begs for me to call for her through the bond, but I refuse. Pushing him to the back of my mind, I keep my focus on the pair in front of me. A rush of cold pulses through my heart, just as tears fall from Lyra’s eyes. Soft sobs escape her mouth as she lays sleeping next to James. I try to hide my fear for what she is going through but I know that something has gone wrong.“You ca
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LYRA It has been two weeks since James woke up. Two weeks since I traveled into the void and realized just how dark his mind had become. To be completely honest I am worried that he will never be the same. He is broken, I just pray that it is not beyond repair.I would be lying if I said that the memories of the void did not make their way into my mind every day. They sneak up on me during my most quiet hours of the day. The dark, slimy tendrils entangle themselves within my mind, trying to remind me that I am not worthy of love or my position as Luna. Sometimes the memories of the darkness are overwhelming, and it is all I can do to stay afloat. Other times they are just an annoying prickling reminder that my life is not really what I think it is. If the void affects me after only being in there for a day, I cannot imagine what plagues James. Since coming home, James refuses to sleep in his room or join our bed. He spends his nights pacing the hallways and mu
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Hello, my lovely readers. I just wanted to pop in with an update. I know that many of you are waiting to see what happens next with Ella and I am just as eager to tell you. I am just waiting for the okay to post here or maybe it will be loaded in a separate book. I will update as soon as I know, I promise. Thanks to everyone that read Fated to the Enemy. It has always been a dream of mine to put what is in my imagination on paper for people to read. Thank you all for making my dreams come true.
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ANDREW “I’m driving,” Lyra says as she grabs the keys to my Jeep from my hands. “Uh,” bile rises in my throat at the thought of anyone driving my Jeep but me. “Do you even have a license?” Lyra hops into the driver’s side and puts the key into the ignition and giving it a turn. “I mean not on me this moment. But I have one legally… I think,” she slides that last part in quietly thinking that I do not hear her over her revving the engine. “Nope,” I draw out the word before popping the ‘p’ with my lips. “You aren’t driving.” Reaching in I try to pull her from the seat, but she is ignoring me, fiddling with the dials on the dash and adjusting her mirrors. “When was the last time you ate?” She questions with an eyebrow raised and I can only glare in her direction because I know that she is technically right. I am in no shape to drive. “Exactly,” she chi
