Lyra's POVReality ripples with mistrust. The Grand Nexus, once a symbol of unity, has become a web of suspicion as faction leaders eye each other across dimensional barriers. I watch as alliances that took us months to build crumble in hours."We trusted you," Marcus spits at the Fae delegation. "While your assassin nearly—""Our assassin?" The Fae Queen's form shifts between states of incandescent rage. "The weapon bore probability signatures from your realm!"I reach out with enhanced senses, tracing the lingering energy patterns from the assassination attempt. Something feels wrong about them—too perfect, too precisely crafted to incriminate multiple factions."Lyra." Xander's voice cuts through my concentration. "The Eastern Coalition is calling for a vote of no confidence. They say we've lost control."His expression remains stoic, but I sense the strain. Leading merged realities was challenging enough when they trusted us. Now..."Let them vote," Luna interrupts, his young face
Lyrs's POVI find it in the space between moments—a point where reality folds back on itself like origami made of stardust. At first glance, it appears insignificant: a crystalline sphere no larger than my palm, filled with swirling colors that shouldn't exist. But as my enhanced senses brush against it, I feel the raw potential crackling within."Impossible," I breathe, but the artifact pulses in response to my touch, sending ripples through local reality. A tree beside me shifts through a thousand possible forms before settling as a sculpture of living crystal. The air itself begins to hum with untapped possibility."Xander! Luna!" I call across dimensions. They materialize instantly, along with the reformed Weaver who's been teaching Luna to harness his expanding powers."A Forge Seed," the Weaver whispers, her eyes wide with recognition. "I thought they were all destroyed when the Architects first went to sleep."Luna reaches toward it with his newly enhanced senses. "There are mo
Lyra's POVThe sky shatters like stained glass, each piece reflecting a different version of reality. I watch in horror as our patchwork world begins to tear itself apart, the Eastern Coalition's reckless use of the Forge Seeds creating cascade failures across all dimensions."Sector Seven is gone," Xander's voice cuts across realities. "Just... gone. Not destroyed—erased from possibility itself. We need to evacuate everyone NOW."I reach out with my enhanced senses, trying to hold the fragments of reality together through sheer force of will. It's like trying to catch smoke with bare hands—every time I stabilize one area, three more begin to collapse."The quantum barriers are failing," Luna reports, his young face strained as he channels power beyond his years. "The spaces between realities are... leaking."The Weaver appears beside him, her form shifting between states of being. "The Seeds were never meant to be activated this way. They're part of a larger pattern—a cosmic lock. An
Lyrs'a POVThe new reality breathes around us like a living thing, each pulse sending ripples through the quantum fabric I've rewritten. But as the dust settles, I begin to see the true cost of our salvation. Nothing is quite as it should be—everything carries an echo of what it once was, like a song played in the wrong key."They're calling them the Altered," Xander reports, materializing beside me in a swirl of probability. "People changed by the reset. Some can't even maintain a stable form anymore."Below us, in what was once the Grand Nexus, a gathering of survivors demonstrates his point. A former werewolf alpha phases between wolf and human forms uncontrollably, each shift bringing new hybrid configurations. A Fae queen's wings have become living portals, showing glimpses of other dimensions with every beat."How many?" I ask, though part of me doesn't want to know."Thousands. Maybe millions. The reset didn't just change reality—it rewrote people at their quantum level. Some a
Lyra's POVIce-blue eyes pierce the darkness, their intensity making me cringe. I stumble backward, my feet tangling in an unseen root. As I fall, a massive white wolf emerges from the shadows, its pristine fur marred by splatters of crimson. The coppery scent of blood fills my nostrils, growing stronger as the creature approaches, lips curled back to reveal razor-sharp teeth. The hunger radiating from it is palpable. No, not hunger – ravenous, all-consuming starvation.I should be terrified, but I can't look away."Wake up," I command myself, recognizing the dreamscape but unable to escape its grip. "Wake up, Lyra..."The wolf's gaze is too intelligent, too predatory. I brace myself for the attack, but instead, it begins to shift. Fur recedes, limbs elongate, and suddenly, a man stands before me. Moonlight caresses his muscular form, and I find my eyes trailing up his body, drinking in every sculpted plane and curve. His voice cuts through the forest like a blade as I reach his face.
Lyra's POVNo. This can't be happening. I must be losing my mind. Indeed, I can't identify my mate just from his scent."Good evening, everyone," the man says, sending shivers down my spine. "I'm Xander Blackthorn, the—""We know you!" Dad beams just as Mom emerges from the kitchen, my birthday cake in hand. Dad jumps up to shake Xander's hand while Mom hastily sets down the cake, barely giving it a second glance in her rush to greet our esteemed guest. I force a smile, but the whirlwind of emotions in my chest makes it impossible to focus on anything but the overwhelming desire pooling in my stomach. As my family fawns over him, laughing and joking, I catalog every detail of his appearance.His hair isn't just brown; it's a rich chestnut that sparkles under the lights. His eyes are a mesmerizing hazel, with flecks of gold that catch the light. His smile is genuine, reaching his eyes and lighting up his whole face. He radiates kindness and warmth – everything my abrasive sister Elara
Lyra's POVA glacial chill seeps into my bones as the stalker's words echo in my ears. My grip on the phone loosens, but I can't bring myself to let it fall. All the pent-up frustration—from years of being stalked and discovering my mate is with my sister—comes crashing down on me like a tidal wave. With a strangled cry, I hurl the phone across the room.The resounding crack as it hits the wall silences the chatter from the dining room. Mom's worried voice carries up the stairs, "Lyra, honey, are you alright?""Yeah," I manage, my voice sounding foreign to my ears. "I just need some air."I bolt from the room, desperate to escape the suffocating walls of the house. The cool night air hits my face as I stumble into the backyard, seeking refuge in our old gazebo.Collapsing onto the weathered bench, I draw my knees to my chest. In the distance, a line of cars winds up our driveway. For a moment, panic spikes through me – has my stalker brought reinforcements? – but then I recognize the
Lyra's POVXander's grip tightens, eyes blazing with an emotion dangerously close to hatred. I wrench myself free, stumbling backward, but he matches each of my retreating steps with an aggressive advance. The space between us crackles with tension.Despite his anger, the mate pull thrums stronger than ever. It's intoxicating, making me light-headed even as alarm bells scream in my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut as he closes in, his face mere inches from mine. My heart pounds, torn between longing for a kiss and bracing for a verbal assault.But neither comes—instead, the sharp click of heels on stone cuts through the night. My eyes fly open to see Xander retreating, moving towards a figure emerging from the shadows.Elara. Of course."Is everything alright?" she asks, her saccharine tone belied by the sharp look in her eyes. "Lyra? What's going on here?""Nothing," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper.Xander smoothly interjects, "Lyra was feeling overwhelmed by the party. I came