Lyra's POVThe ancient mirror looms before us, its tarnished surface rippling like liquid mercury. Runes etched along its frame pulse with an eerie blue light, responding to the magic thrumming through my veins."Are you sure about this?" Xander's voice is tight with concern. His hand hovers near the small of my back, not quite touching but close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin.I swallow hard, steeling my nerves. "We need answers," I say, my voice steadier than I feel. "If this artifact can show us possible futures, maybe we can figure out Elara's endgame."Before I can second-guess myself, I press my palm against the cool surface of the mirror. Xander's hand covers mine, his fingers intertwining with my own. The world around us blurs and shifts, reality fracturing like a kaleidoscope.Suddenly, we're no longer in the dusty vault of the pack house. Instead, we find ourselves in a sun-dappled clearing. I gasp as I take in the scene before us.It's us. But not u
Xander's POVThe acrid stench of smoke and blood fills my nostrils as I survey the aftermath of Elara's attack. Our pack house, once a symbol of unity and strength, now lies in partial ruins. Wounded wolves whimper in makeshift medical tents, while others dig through debris, searching for survivors or lost possessions.My eyes find Aurora across the courtyard, her auburn hair matted with dirt and sweat as she tends to the injured. Even now, amidst chaos and destruction, she's breathtaking. The memory of our kiss in the vault burns through me, a moment of perfection in a world gone mad.But we can't afford distractions now. Not when our very existence hangs by a thread."Xander!" Asher's voice cuts through my reverie. He jogs towards me, a grim set to his jaw. "We found something in the rubble of the old archives. You need to see this."I follow him to a scorched section of the building, where a group of wolves has unearthed a hidden safe. Inside, we find a stack of yellowed documents,
Lyra's POVThe ground beneath my feet trembles, a low rumble that builds to a deafening roar. The twilight realm – that strange, in-between world born of Fae magic and werewolf might – is tearing itself apart."Aurora!" Xander's voice cuts through the chaos. "We need to stabilize the rift!"I nod, pushing aside the tumult of emotions from our recent revelations. Right now, survival takes precedence over hurt feelings and betrayed trust.We race towards the epicenter of the disturbance, a swirling vortex of dark energy that threatens to swallow everything in its path. Shadow creatures pour through the widening tear, their otherworldly shrieks sending chills down my spine.As we approach, I feel the familiar pull of Xander's energy. Despite everything, our bond remains unbroken, a lifeline in the storm."Together?" he asks, extending his hand.I hesitate for a split second before taking it. The moment our fingers intertwine, power surges through me. It's like nothing I've ever experienc
Lyra's POVThe ancient grimoire thuds to the floor, a cloud of dust billowing up in its wake. I cough, waving away the particles as I bend to retrieve it. We've been scouring the pack's archives for hours, desperate for any information that might help us counter Elara's growing power."Find anything useful?" Xander asks, his voice husky from fatigue.I shake my head, frustration gnawing at me. "Nothing yet. Just more dead ends and—"My words cut off abruptly as a strange tingling sensation spreads through my body. The air around us shimmers, taking on an otherworldly glow."Xander," I gasp, "something's wrong. I feel... strange."His eyes widen in alarm. "Me too. What did you do?""I didn't—" But even as I start to protest, I realize what must have happened. The grimoire had fallen open to a page titled "Veritatis Revelio" – the Revelation of Truth. "Oh no."Xander takes a step towards me, concern etched on his features. "Aurora, what is it?"The moment he says my name, a dam bursts i
Lyra's POVThe world is ending, and I'm trapped in a cave with the man I love but can't have.Outside, the magical storm rages with apocalyptic fury. Lightning of impossible colors – violet, emerald, blood-red – splits the sky, each flash revealing glimpses of other realms bleeding into our own. The very fabric of reality is coming undone, and all I can think about is how Xander's eyes look in this unearthly light."We need to get out there," he growls, pacing like a caged animal. "Our people need us."I shake my head, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the way his muscles ripple beneath his torn shirt. "We'd be torn apart the second we step outside. The magic is too unstable."As if to prove my point, a bolt of energy slams into the cave entrance, sending tremors through the stone. Xander loses his footing, stumbling towards me. I reach out instinctively to steady him, and suddenly we're pressed together, our faces inches apart.Time seems to stand still. I can feel the
Lyra's POVThe acrid stench of smoke and char assaults my nostrils as I stumble through the primordial forest, my lungs burning with each ragged breath. Elara's hand is clasped tightly in mine, our fingers intertwined in a desperate grip that speaks volumes about our current predicament. Gone is the animosity that defined our relationship for so long; in this savage world, we only have each other."We need to find shelter," I pant, scanning the dense foliage for any sign of refuge. The distant howls of creatures I dare not imagine send shivers down my spine.Elara nods, her once-perfect hair matted with mud and leaves. "There," she points, her voice hoarse from dehydration. In the fading light, I spot a rocky outcropping that might offer some protection.As we scramble towards it, my mind drifts to how we ended up here, thrust back in time to the dawn of our kind. Asher's spell, meant to contain the chaos unleashed by Elara's machinations, had backfired spectacularly. Now, we're trappe
Xander's POVThe weight of expectation bears down on me like a physical force as I stand before the assembled pack leaders. Their eyes, a kaleidoscope of amber, green, and gold, bore into me with an intensity that makes my skin crawl. I can smell their anxiety, their impatience – it permeates the air like a noxious gas."Alpha Xander," Elder Thorne's gravelly voice cuts through the tense silence. "It's been weeks since Lyra's disappearance. The pack grows restless. We need stability... we need a Luna."I clench my jaw, fighting back the growl that threatens to escape. "I understand your concerns," I say, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within me. "But Lyra is my mate. I won't abandon her."Murmurs ripple through the crowd. I catch snippets of their whispered doubts – "unfit leader," "compromised by emotion," "putting one girl above the pack."Before I can address their concerns, a commotion erupts at the back of the hall. Asher bursts through the doors, his form flickering
Lyra's POVThe cave's damp chill seeps into my bones as I trace the ancient paintings with trembling fingers. Each image pulses with an otherworldly energy, as if the very history of our kind is trying to communicate across the vast expanse of time."Lyra, look at this," Elara's voice breaks through my reverie. She's crouched near the far wall, her face illuminated by a strange, silvery glow.I make my way over, careful not to disturb the delicate ecosystem of the cave. As I draw closer, I realize the light isn't coming from any natural source – it's emanating from the wall itself."What is it?" I breathe, reaching out to touch the glowing surface.The moment my fingers make contact, a jolt of energy surges through me. The cave disappears, replaced by a vivid vision of the past.I see a clearing bathed in moonlight. Two figures stand facing each other – one, a massive wolf with eyes that burn like embers; the other, an ethereal being of impossible beauty, their skin shimmering with an