The first rays of dawn painted the castle courtyard in shades of gold and pink, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The army stood assembled, rows of soldiers in polished armor gleaming in the early morning light. Horses snorted and pawed at the ground, their riders ready for the long journey south. The air was thick with a mixture of anticipation and solemnity, the weight of the task ahead pressing on every soul present.Lyra emerged from the castle, her armor catching the sunlight and her stone glowing faintly against the steel. Her movements were steady, her gaze sharp as she scanned the assembly. This was it - the moment they would begin their march to face the Shadow Order. She spotted Kane speaking with their captains, his commanding presence a steady anchor in the sea of preparation.As Lyra approached, her steps slowed when her eyes landed on her father. Alpha Killian stood tall and resolute, wearing an armor that fit him as though it were an extension of himself. Th
Thank you for reading this book . If you want to know what Lyra will face in the future I invite you to read next book " Lyra, Lycan Queen " "Lyra, Lycan Queen"The Kingdom stands on the precipice of war, its fate teetering under the shadow of an ancient enemy. As Lyra and Kane lead their forces against the relentless army of the Shadow Order in the south, chaos strikes at the heart of the realm. The capital falls under siege and a devastating betrayal claims the life of the beloved King, leaving the throne without its protector.In the wake of unimaginable loss, Lyra must rise to embrace her destiny - not just as a warrior or a leader, but as the rightful Queen of the Lycans. With the weight of the crown upon her head, she and Kane will face their greatest trials yet, navigating the treacherous path of ruling a fractured kingdom while confronting a ruthless enemy bent on destruction.Amidst the raging war, Lyra’s bond with the mysterious stone grows stronger, revealing secrets about
Lyra's POVA sharp chill bit into Lyra’s bare feet as she crept through the darkness, clutching her thin, tattered blanket close to her chest. The air was heavy and damp, lingering with the earthy scent of the river that lay just beyond the pack’s territory. She hugged the blanket tighter around her bruised arms, hurrying down the narrow path that twisted away from the cell and into the woods. Every step sent pain lancing up her legs, but she pushed forward, guided by the soft glow of moonlight and the thought of the cold, cleansing water waiting for her.Lyra curled into a tight ball on the cold, hard ground of her cell, a thin blanket pulled over her to ward off the chill. The dampness seeped through, biting at her skin, but it was nothing compared to the anguish twisting inside her. Each day bled into the next, a haze of pain and despair, and today was no different.The soft trickle of the nearby river could be heard through the stone walls, a haunting reminder of freedom she could
Lyra's POV Lyra moved quietly through the banquet hall, head down, doing her best to go unnoticed. Tonight was her eighteenth birthday, though no one knew- or cared. In her world, birthdays weren’t celebrated. They were just another reminder that she was alone.She could hear laughter and music echoing through the hall, a stark reminder of the life she was excluded from. Her hand shook slightly as she cleared plates, but she pushed her emotions down, focusing on her tasks. It was just another night. She had learned not to expect anything more.“Happy birthday, Lyra.” A gentle voice echoed in her mind.Lyra stilled, surprised. Her wolf, a spirit that had always felt more like a dream than reality, had only recently begun to speak to her. Lyra was grateful for her presence, but also confused; she didn’t even know her wolf’s name.“Thank you… I didn’t know you could talk to me like this,” Lyra thought back, feeling a strange warmth. “Do you have a name?”“My name is Thalia,” her wolf re
Lyra's POVLyra’s body lay sprawled on the cold, hard cot in her cell. She could feel herself drifting in and out of consciousness, caught in a haze of pain and darkness. Her skin burned, her muscles ached, and every breath seemed to bring fresh waves of agony.A soft light appeared as the door to the cell creaked open. The healer, a kind-faced woman named Elara, stepped inside, her brows drawn in sorrow as she looked down at Lyra’s beaten form. Kneeling beside her, Elara worked silently, pulling out cloths and ointments from her bag. With gentle hands, she began to clean Lyra’s wounds, her fingers careful around the worst cuts.“Evelyn crouched beside her, setting down a small lantern that cast a dim, comforting light into the dark cell. Her hands worked with practiced tenderness, gently brushing Lyra’s hair back from her bruised face. Lyra felt the healer’s touch and blinked, trying to focus, but the ache of her injuries weighed heavily on her."Oh, child…” came a voice, soft and sa
KANE'S POV Kane leaned back in the leather seat of the sleek black SUV as it sped down the winding forest road. The trees blurred past, casting shadows that stretched and shifted in the evening light, but his focus was elsewhere, a low, instinctual feeling thrumming beneath the surface. He could feel it - a strange pull, a silent hum at the edge of his awareness. Something was waiting for him at Blackstone, something more than just another formal visit to oversee pack relations.Beside him, his commander and close friend, Thorne, studied him with a curious look.“You look tense,” Thorne observed, a small grin lifting the corner of his mouth. “Rare for you. Worried about the Blackstone Pack?”Kane gave a low chuckle, his eyes still fixed out the window. “Not worried. Just… prepared.”Thorne raised an eyebrow. “Prepared? This pack is known for its devotion to you and your father. They’re on their best behavior, eager to stay in our good graces.”“That’s exactly what bothers me,” Kane m
Kane's POVKane’s arms tightened instinctively around Lyra as he carried her down the hall, her limp form barely stirring against his chest. Her skin was cold, her breathing faint but steady, and he could feel every scar, every bruise, as he held her close. Each mark on her skin seemed to sear into his own, fueling a fury that made it nearly impossible to keep his Lycan from taking over completely.They arrived at the guest quarters, and Kane shot a pointed look at the pack servants hovering nearby. “Prepare a room. I want it spotless and warm, and I want it now.”One servant nodded quickly, darting ahead to open the door to one of the best guest rooms in the house. Kane entered, lowering Lyra carefully onto the bed, brushing a tangled strand of hair away from her face. She looked so small, so fragile, lying there against the crisp sheets. His heart twisted, both in protectiveness and outrage.“Penelopa,” he called, signaling his own healer. She stepped forward, her expression calm ye
Aiden POV Aiden stood at the edge of the grand hall, watching from the shadows as the Lycan Prince strode through the pack house with an air of authority that had everyone’s attention. It had been less than a day since the Prince’s arrival, and already, everything had changed.But the change that bothered him the most? The way Kane had reacted to her.Lyra.Aiden clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he recalled the humiliating scene earlier. Kane, the almighty Lycan Prince, had found her broken and bleeding in the cells beneath the pack house. There had been a flicker of shock, then fury in the Prince’s eyes when he realized what had been done to her.Why did it bother him so much? Why did Lyra matter to a Prince?Aiden shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the image of her haunted him. He’d thought he was done with her. He’d rejected her for a reason - she was beneath him, an Omega, a nobody. But seeing her fragile form, seeing her clinging to life wit
Thank you for reading this book . If you want to know what Lyra will face in the future I invite you to read next book " Lyra, Lycan Queen " "Lyra, Lycan Queen"The Kingdom stands on the precipice of war, its fate teetering under the shadow of an ancient enemy. As Lyra and Kane lead their forces against the relentless army of the Shadow Order in the south, chaos strikes at the heart of the realm. The capital falls under siege and a devastating betrayal claims the life of the beloved King, leaving the throne without its protector.In the wake of unimaginable loss, Lyra must rise to embrace her destiny - not just as a warrior or a leader, but as the rightful Queen of the Lycans. With the weight of the crown upon her head, she and Kane will face their greatest trials yet, navigating the treacherous path of ruling a fractured kingdom while confronting a ruthless enemy bent on destruction.Amidst the raging war, Lyra’s bond with the mysterious stone grows stronger, revealing secrets about
The first rays of dawn painted the castle courtyard in shades of gold and pink, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The army stood assembled, rows of soldiers in polished armor gleaming in the early morning light. Horses snorted and pawed at the ground, their riders ready for the long journey south. The air was thick with a mixture of anticipation and solemnity, the weight of the task ahead pressing on every soul present.Lyra emerged from the castle, her armor catching the sunlight and her stone glowing faintly against the steel. Her movements were steady, her gaze sharp as she scanned the assembly. This was it - the moment they would begin their march to face the Shadow Order. She spotted Kane speaking with their captains, his commanding presence a steady anchor in the sea of preparation.As Lyra approached, her steps slowed when her eyes landed on her father. Alpha Killian stood tall and resolute, wearing an armor that fit him as though it were an extension of himself. Th
The castle courtyard buzzed with frenetic energy as the army prepared for the march to the valley. Rows of soldiers stood at attention, awaiting their turn to receive weapons and armor tailored for the upcoming battle. The clang of hammers from the blacksmith’s forge echoed through the air, accompanied by the rhythmic hum of mages weaving enchantments into metal and leather.Lyra walked through the crowd, her eyes scanning the preparations. She marveled at the organized chaos, each soldier and craftsman focused on their role in the larger effort. The weight of responsibility pressed on her shoulders, but it was accompanied by a fierce resolve. This wasn’t just a battle for the kingdom - it was a battle for the future.At her side, Kane carried a quiet intensity, his sharp eyes surveying every detail. His presence was a constant source of steadiness, a reminder that they faced this challenge together.In the corner of the courtyard, a team of blacksmiths worked tirelessly at a line of
The castle buzzed with activity the following morning as preparations for the imminent battle against the Shadow Order intensified. Messengers dashed through the halls, delivering orders and rallying troops. Blacksmiths worked tirelessly in the forges, the rhythmic clang of hammers ringing out across the grounds. Soldiers assembled in the courtyard, their expressions a mixture of determination and apprehension.In the royal chambers, Lyra stood before a large map spread out on a table, tracing the path of the enemy’s forces with her finger. Kane stood beside her, his brow furrowed as he studied the intricate network of roads and terrain.“They’re taking the quickest route to the capital,” Kane said, his voice laced with tension. “That means they’re pushing their forces to the limit. If we can intercept them here” - he pointed to a narrow valley flanked by steep cliffs - “we might be able to split their army and cut off their vanguard.”Lyra nodded, her mind racing. “The cliffs could w
The next day dawned crisp and clear, the air humming with anticipation as the castle prepared for the rally in the capital square. The entire kingdom seemed to be stirring with renewed energy, as if the very land itself was preparing for the battle to come.Lyra stood in front of a gilded mirror in her chambers, dressed in a deep sapphire gown that shimmered like the night sky. The fabric clung to her figure in a way that balanced elegance and authority, with silver embroidery tracing delicate patterns along the sleeves and neckline. Around her neck rested the stone, its faint glow a constant reminder of her connection to something far greater than herself.Kane entered, dressed in a sleek black ensemble that made him appear every inch the commanding prince. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, and his sharp features softened as his eyes settled on Lyra.“You’re breathtaking,” he said, his voice low and filled with admiration.Lyra turned to him with a smile. “You look good too, Pr
The following morning dawned with a lingering haze over the castle, the pale sunlight casting an eerie glow over the halls. The council chamber buzzed with quiet conversation as Lyra and Kane entered, their presence silencing the room. This was not a formal council meeting but an impromptu gathering to address urgent matters regarding the looming conflict and the fragile alliances that needed fortification.The King sat at the head of the table, his face grim but composed. His steely gaze swept across the room, pausing momentarily on each representative before settling on Lyra and Kane.“Good morning,” he began, his voice carrying the weight of leadership. “We’ve received word from the southern scouts. The Shadow Order is fortifying their positions, and their movements suggest they’re planning an offensive in the coming weeks.”The room erupted in murmurs, council members exchanging uneasy glances. Kane stood tall, his hands resting on the table as he addressed the gathering.“This wa
The sun had risen high above the castle, casting warm rays onto the banners fluttering from the spires. Inside the grand council chamber, Lyra and Kane sat side by side at the long table, their expressions calm but focused. Opposite them were representatives from three allied territories and one neutral region - the latter of which was crucial to the kingdom’s strategy.The air was tense with expectation, and the soft rustle of parchment and low murmurs among the gathered envoys did little to ease the pressure. Kane’s hand rested lightly on the table, his fingers drumming a quiet rhythm that Lyra recognized as a sign of his simmering impatience.“We’ve all heard the reports,” Lyra began, her voice steady, cutting through the quiet hum of the room. “The Shadow Order is amassing forces to the south. This is no longer a hypothetical threat - it’s a certainty. If they breach our borders, they won’t stop until everything we hold dear is under their control.”Lord Bertram, the representativ
The morning sun poured through the tall windows of the dining hall, casting warm, golden light across the table set for a royal breakfast. Kane and Lyra arrived hand in hand, their bond apparent in the way their fingers intertwined and the soft smiles they shared. The King was already seated at the head of the table, sipping a cup of dark tea and surveying the array of dishes before him.“Good morning,” the King greeted them, his voice steady but carrying an unmistakable warmth. He gestured to the seats beside him. “Join me. It seems the castle hasn’t quite settled after last night’s festivities.”Lyra exchanged a glance with Kane before settling into her seat. Plates of freshly baked bread, fruit, and cured meats were placed before them by attentive servants, along with steaming mugs of spiced tea.“You both seemed to enjoy moment of peace.” the King continued, his sharp eyes flicking between them. “Though, I suspect your minds are already on what comes next.”Kane nodded, his expres
The stars hung like glittering jewels in the night sky as the last vestiges of wine lingered on Lyra’s lips. She felt warm and light, not just from the alcohol but from the magnetic presence of Kane beside her. His hand rested on the small of her back as they made their way through the quiet castle corridors, the weight of their earlier conversation easing into the background.“You’re quiet,” he observed, his voice low and husky in the dimly lit hallway.“Just thinking,” Lyra replied, her gaze flicking up to meet his. “About how impossibly perfect this night feels.”A mischievous smile tugged at Kane’s lips. “Perfect? I thought you didn’t like being idle.”“I don’t,” she admitted, her own smile mirroring his. “But being here with you… it feels different. Right.”Kane stopped abruptly, his hand tightening on her waist to draw her closer. The air between them crackled with unspoken desire, the heat of his gaze making her pulse race.“You make everything feel right, Lyra,” he said softly