Lyra's POV The creaking sound of the door stirred me from my restless state, not that I had been sleeping. After what Varg had told me, sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I tried to think of ways to keep my family safe, but my thoughts always led me back to fear. The mere image of Thanos sent a chill down my spine.I sat up in bed just as Bethany walked in, a basket of neatly folded clothes in her arms. She made her way to the closet, her voice calm but carrying an air of curiosity.“I heard the Moon Pack is in a tense situation these days.”I turned my gaze toward her. I knew she wanted to start a conversation, even though I wasn’t in the mood. But Bethany was someone I could confide in.“That’s what I heard,” I admitted. “I’m scared, Bethany. What if one day, Thanos comes here and tries to harm me or my pups?”Bethany placed a stack of folded clothes into the closet before turning to me. “I’m not sure about that,” she said matter-of-factly. “Thanos coming here would
Varg's POV“What the fuck are you suggesting?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “You want us to leave Norway because of Thanos?”Lucian sighed, raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. “It’s the only way I can make sure you, Lyra, and your kids stay safe.”“I’m not doing that,” I spat back, fists clenched so tight I could feel my nails biting into my palms. “If Thanos wants war, then war is what he’ll get.”Lucian’s eyes were wide, fear swimming in them, but I wasn’t about to back down. I wasn’t like him, always trying to avoid a fight before it even started. If Thanos wanted to cross me, he’d better be ready to face the consequences.“You don’t understand what’s happening, Varg,” Lucian insisted, his breath quickening. “This isn’t some random arena brawl. Thanos has the strength of a Lycan now.”He reached under his desk and pulled out a scroll, unrolling it across the table. “He’s taken over five packs in just two years. The only packs left standing are Blood
Lyra’s POVThe water cascaded down my hair as I ran my fingers through it, pushing it back. Tilting my face up, I closed my eyes, letting the cold water hit my skin, the sensation grounding me. After a moment, I lowered my head, allowing the water to soak into my milk-white skin, my body absorbing the quiet solace of the shower.A few weeks ago, before the news of Thanos' attacks spread, I had dared to dream of something different. My children had never stepped foot outside the Dom mansion since they arrived, and I had wanted to take them out, to let them meet others like them, to feel the freedom they had never known. But that dream was shattered the moment the news arrived.With a sigh, I turned off the tap and reached for a towel, wrapping it around my body. Grabbing another, I gently squeezed the excess water from my hair before draping it over my head.Stepping into the bedroom, I made my way to the closet, pulling out my nightwear. I had just finished slipping into my pants when
Lyra’s POV“Shit, this can't be happening!” Varg’s voice rang through my ears, jolting me awake. I opened my eyes and sat up, my gaze drifting toward him, only to see the door slam shut.“What’s happening?” I mumbled to myself, still groggy. Forcing myself up, I walked over to the closet, grabbed a shirt and trousers, and slipped into them. Pulling my hair into a messy bun, I hurried to the door, pushing it open hastily.The hallway was eerily silent. In the distance, I caught a glimpse of Varg as he rushed out of the mansion with Light and Lucian.“Varg?” I called out, but he didn’t seem to hear me. My heart pounded as I quickly made my way toward the entrance.As soon as I stepped outside, a thick fog of smoke filled the sky, blocking the rising sun. The air carried the acrid scent of burning wood, mixed with something heavier. Clothes? Flesh?Panic gripped me as I turned toward the gate, just in time to see it slide open. Varg’s car sped out of the mansion, disappearing into the di
Varg’s POVI climbed out of the car, my boots sinking into the scorched earth as I took in the remains of the Blackwood Pack’s territory. The air reeked of smoke and blood, the acrid scent of burnt wood thick in my lungs. Half of the pack’s home was nothing but smoldering ruins, blackened timbers standing like skeletal reminders of what had once been a place of safety.This had never happened before. Lucian and I had always protected the pack, watched over them, made sure no outside threat dared cross our borders. Yet now, looking at the devastation, it felt like all of our efforts had been for nothing.“This is bad,” Light murmured beside me, stepping over a fallen beam to kneel beside one of the injured wolves.“I can’t believe Thanos came right under my nose and did this,” Lucian muttered, his voice tight with barely restrained fury. He turned to face me, his brown eyes burning with frustration. “This is getting out of hand.”My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting int
Varg’s POV“Daddy, I’m scared,” Moon whispered, her small fingers clutching the blanket as she looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes.A cold chill crawled up my spine at the sight of her trembling lips, her innocence tainted by the horrors she had witnessed.I sat beside her on the bed, brushing a strand of dark hair from her forehead. “Don’t worry, honey. I won’t let anyone hurt you, your brothers, or your mom.” My voice was firm, a promise carved into my soul. “I’ll make sure that evil man never comes near us again.”Moon’s lips curled into a relieved smile, though the fear still lingered in her eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”I forced a smile and ruffled her hair gently. “Now, go to sleep.” I tucked the blanket around her small frame, making sure she was warm and safe.I glanced over at Tristan and Justine, their small chests rising and falling in peaceful slumber.A sigh escaped my lips as I sat there for a moment, watching them. They were safe—for now. But that didn’t ease the anger
Lyra’s POVThe pain in my arm was unbearable, and I winced as I tried to sit up. My gaze fell on the bandage wrapped tightly around it, shielding my broken bones from the air.I wished I could rip it off and toss it to the floor, but I couldn’t. This bandage was the only thing holding my arm together. I groaned as I finally managed to get out of bed, making my way to the window. Pushing the curtains aside, I let the morning sunlight flood into the room.The sky was a soft blue, dotted with puffy clouds, but from where I stood, I could see the charred remains of the burnt trees. The sight twisted my gut. Turning back to the bed, I was suddenly struck by the loneliness of it.Varg had left early this morning, so quickly that I barely had time to register his absence. So much had happened within the pack lately that I wondered if we’d ever have a normal life again.The door creaked open, and Bethany stepped inside, balancing a tray in her hands. She walked over to the table and carefully
Varg's POVI hated seeing tears in her eyes. It gutted me every time. And every damn time it happened, I wished I could stop it, permanently."You can't," she cried, her voice breaking as she clung to me. "Thanos is too strong, Varg. He could try to take our kids, or do something even worse."I lowered my gaze, my eyes drifting to her injured arm, wrapped in thick bandages. The sight of it sent a sharp pain through my chest, a mix of guilt, anger, and helplessness.I didn't know what to do anymore.Every fucking minute, I felt like I was on the edge of losing my mind, and it was only a matter of time before I finally did.I was drowning in frustration, in helplessness.Cupping her face, I gently turned her toward me, forcing her to look into my eyes. "Please, Lyra," I murmured. "Don’t let fear stop you from fighting. Thanos is strong, but he can't stand up to me. I've seen it. I know it."Her brows furrowed, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "How do you know that?"I hesitated.Ho
Varg’s POV“Daddy, Mommy said we’re leaving,” Moon’s tiny voice chimed as she padded across the living room, her soft curls bouncing with each step.I smiled down at her, reaching out to lift her onto my lap. She curled against my chest, her warmth settling something deep inside me.“Yes, sweetheart,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “We’re going to the Moon Pack, where your mommy came from.”Bethany entered the room, pushing her father’s wheelchair, her expression composed yet tinged with something unspoken. She settled onto the couch across from me, her eyes steady as she met mine.“Varg,” Tommy said with quiet certainty, “I know you’re going to be a great leader. It’s always been in you, and I’m glad you finally get to step into that role.”I exhaled, a slow, relieved breath. “I just hope things turn out right from now on,” I admitted. The weight of responsibility was still settling over me, but with Thanos gone, the darkness that had loomed over us for so long h
Lyra’s POVA deep voice swept into my subconscious, pulling me from the edge of sleep. I turned the other way, but the cold seeped deeper into my body. My arms wrapped tightly around myself, but it did little to stop the shivers racking through me.I knew I should get up and go to the room, but I couldn't, not when I knew Varg wasn’t there. The bed would feel just as cold, just as empty.A familiar warmth surrounded me suddenly, strong arms lifting me effortlessly. Before I could fully wake, my body was cradled against a solid chest, and a familiar scent wrapped around me like a shield against the cold.My eyes snapped open. “Varg?“He didn't offer a word and carried me down the hallway, his grip firm but careful, his expression unreadable. I let my head rest against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear.When we reached the bedroom, Varg placed me gently on the bed and pulled the blankets over me, tucking them securely around my shoulders.The warm
Lyra’s POV"Bethany… Bethany," I called softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder. But she didn’t flinch. She remained still, lost in her thoughts, her numbness beginning to frighten me."It’s okay," I whispered, kneeling beside her. "Please, let’s go inside before you catch a cold."She lifted her head slowly, her eyes filled with unspeakable pain, but she didn’t move."Please listen to me, Bethany," I pleaded. "I don’t want you getting sick, for your sake and for the baby’s."Her gaze flickered at me for a moment before lowering to the ground. She had been sitting in the exact spot where Lucian had fallen, even though his body was no longer there."Lyra, I don’t think I can survive this," she murmured, her voice fragile, her tears sliding down her pale cheeks. "Why did Lucian had to leave me now that we were planning of getting married?"If only I had an answer. If only I could give her the comfort she so desperately needed. But I couldn’t. I didn’t even have it for myself.Ever si
Varg's POV The urgency in Jacob’s voice sent a sharp prickle down my spine. Something was definitely wrong, but I couldn’t quite place what it was. Maybe Jacob had figured out who the traitor was and needed me there before delivering punishment.“What’s the problem?” Tommy asked, noticing the worried expression on my face.“Just got a call from Jacob. I need to return to the mansion,” I replied absentmindedly, my voice sounding hollow.“Then you have to go. Don’t worry, you can visit whenever you want. And don’t forget what we discussed.” Tommy gave me an encouraging look, but it barely registered in my mind.I glanced at my phone, staring at the multiple missed calls from Lyra. A strange feeling crept up my spine, but I brushed it off.I stood up. “Thanks for your time, Tommy. I understand if you don’t want Lucian to know where you are. But it would really be nice if he knew.”“I’ll tell him when all this is over,” Bethany said as she walked in, handing Tommy a tea mug. “But for now
Lyra’s POVThanos’s voice slithered through my mind like a snake, his words sharp and taunting."Oh, this is exactly what I wanted."His laughter echoed through my head, sending a shiver down my spine. I had never truly tried using the mind link before, not like this. But now, in this moment, it felt like he was inside my head, his presence pressing against my thoughts like a dark cloud."I’ve got you where I wanted, and now you can’t run away from me."A snarl ripped through my throat, my teeth clashing together in a vicious warning. My wolf burned with rage, ready to lunge, but before I could move, a massive force crashed into me from behind.I barely had time to register the weight before I was slammed into the ground, my breath knocked from my lungs. The world spun, dirt and leaves sticking to my fur as a heavy body pinned me down.A deep growl rumbled above me as I realized it was Harold in his wolf form.I thrashed, my claws digging into the ground as I tried to buck him off, bu
Lyra’s POVBile rose in my throat as I stood frozen at the sight before me. Thanos stood tall, his presence menacing, flanked by five wolves with eyes that glowed in the dim moonlight. He was toying with us, drawing this out, knowing full well that Lucian was alone and outnumbered.Lucian held his ground, his jaw clenched, but I could sense his unease. He was strong, but against Thanos and five of his wolves? He wouldn't last.I needed to do something.My gaze darted around the living room, searching for my phone. It lay on the couch, its screen reflecting the dim glow of the chandelier above. I rushed over, snatching it up, and quickly dialed Varg’s number.It rang, a breath of relief left me. If Varg could get here in time, we had a chance. But then it went into voicemail.I cursed under my breath and tried again. Once, twice, three times, nothing.My fingers tightened around the phone before I hurled it onto the couch in frustration. My mind spun, searching for another plan, anothe
Lyra’s POVI stood by the entrance of the mansion, my eyes locked on Jacob as he spoke to Harold. There was tension in Jacob’s posture, the kind that signaled he was piecing together a dangerous truth. Harold, however, remained composed, his face a mask of innocence.Jacob’s jaw tightened as he leaned in closer, his words sharp and demanding, but Harold didn’t waver. A cold unease settled in my stomach. Something wasn’t right.I cast one last glance at the confrontation before turning on my heel and stepping into the mansion. My steps were brisk but quiet as I moved through the dimly lit hallway toward the children’s room. I needed to make sure they were inside, away from any potential danger.Reaching their door, I cracked it open and peeked inside. Moon was curled up beneath her blanket, her small hand resting near her face. Tristan and Justine lay still on their beds, their chests rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. The sight of them safe and asleep sent a wave of relief th
Lyra’s POV“Mommy, I haven't seen Daddy in a while now," Moon complained, her voice soft as she rested her head on my lap.We sat on the lush green lawn in the garden, the warm afternoon breeze brushing against us. Tristan and Justine sat a little distance away, their notepads propped on their knees as they scribbled down whatever held their interest.I ran my fingers gently through Moon’s silky hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “Baby, your dad has been busy for quite some time now," I said, keeping my voice calm despite the ache in my chest.Moon shifted slightly, turning her big, curious eyes up at me. “Is it about that bad man that came over that day?" she asked innocently. "I heard Daddy talking to Aunt Bethany about someone helping him."I chuckled softly, masking my worry with a reassuring smile. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s not just about that man. Your daddy has other important things to take care of.”She pouted, her small fingers tracing absent patterns on my lap. “I tol
Varg’s POV“Thank you for coming,” I said to Jacob as I stepped forward, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.He gave me a slight nod, his gaze sharp but unreadable. Without another word, I turned and walked away, glancing over my shoulder briefly to see if Bethany was following. She cast a hesitant look at Lucian before finally stepping forward, her pace cautious.Sliding into the driver’s seat, I turned on the engine, the low hum filling the air. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bethany hesitating before opening the passenger door. She slipped inside, her face lined with unease, her hands nervously twisting in her lap.“If there’s anything you want me to know, don’t keep it from me,” I said, casting her a knowing look before resting my arm against the steering wheel.She turned to me, and though I kept my eyes on the road ahead, I could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. “I don’t know if my father is ready to see you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “He ma