Chapter 122: Gods Among Us

Lyra's POV

Power thrums through my veins like liquid starlight, a constant reminder of what we've become. I raise my hand, intending to adjust a minor fluctuation in local gravity, but instead, an entire mountain range rearranges itself. Fragments of alternate timelines bleed through, showing versions where the peaks were valleys, deserts, oceans—all existing simultaneously until my startled gasp collapses them back into a single reality.

"Careful," Xander calls from where he's mediating a dispute between werewolf packs and Fae courts. "You're making my job harder."

He sits at the center of a grand amphitheater we created—or rather, that created itself in response to our needs. The architecture shifts constantly, accommodating each species' traditional formats. One moment it's a werewolf pack gathering circle, the next a Fae high court, then something entirely new that reflects the merged nature of our world.

"Sorry," I mutter, though the word feels inadequate for nearly rewriting an