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Chapter 21: Ashes of Creation
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 22 : Shadows in the Fog
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 103 : What Lies Ahead
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 102 : Thalia
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 100 : The Ruins
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 99 : Nightfall
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 98 : The Spark of Wrath
Lyra POV The world had narrowed into silence. The kind that came after heartbreak. After devastation.The bond was gone. And the Harbinger stood above it all, smiling.A smug, inhuman smile that split his face like a wound. He turned slowly, savoring the moment, as if feeding off the ruin he had wrought.“I expected more from you, little wolf,” he said, voice velvet and rot. “But I suppose it was too easy, wasn’t it? A whisper here, a memory there... and your king tore himself apart for me.”Lyra couldn’t move. Could barely breathe.Every part of her felt hollow, carved out by the echo of Kane’s rejection. Even Thalia had gone silent, her presence curled up in some hidden corner of Lyra’s soul, wounded and refusing to rise.But there was something else now. Buried under the grief. Under the pain. It started as a flicker. A tremor in her fingertips. A breath drawn too sharply.Rage.The Harbinger kept talking, but she didn’t hear the words anymore. She only heard the blood pounding in
