Seraphine POVThe dense forest felt alive with tension, its canopy casting dappled light over Seraphine as she stood in the shadows, watching Lyra and Kane move below. Her heart thrummed with a mixture of bitterness and anticipation. From her vantage point, she could see Lyra kneeling in the dirt, carefully working at the ground where the map had led her group.Seraphine clenched her fists at her sides. That girl - the one who had ruined everything for her family - was now on the brink of uncovering what her mother and father had sought for years.The low, commanding voice of her mate, the Alpha King of Rogues, filled her mind through the bond they shared. “Wait. Let them do the work.”Her jaw tightened at his command. It was always the same with him: calculated patience.“Why should we?” she shot back through the mind link, frustration lacing her tone. “That belongs to us. To me.”His growl was immediate, a deep rumble of authority that made her spine stiffen. “The prophecy was clear,
Lyra POV The small clearing had grown eerily quiet, save for the sound of her hands brushing away the dirt. Each movement felt heavier, as though the air around her had thickened with anticipation. The faint hum of power she’d been sensing ever since she started digging now pulsed through her fingertips, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart.She glanced up briefly. Kane stood close by, his arms crossed but his stance alert, his eyes scanning their surroundings for any sign of danger. The warriors were positioned in a loose circle around the clearing, weapons ready, their focus sharp.But none of that mattered as much as the object slowly revealing itself beneath her hands.“Almost there,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.Kane’s gaze flicked to her, his concern softening into something warmer. “Take your time. No rush.”She swallowed hard and nodded. Her wolf stirred inside her, a mix of curiosity and apprehension. This is important. This is ours.With
The forest erupted into chaos as shadows emerged from every direction. Lyra and Kane froze, their senses sharpening instantly as over a hundred rogue werewolves stepped into the clearing. Their snarls and growls formed a cacophony that set every nerve on edge.Kane stepped in front of Lyra, his stance protective. “Stay behind me,” he said, his voice low but firm.The rogues parted and from among them stepped a woman with striking features - Seraphine. Her hair glinted in the moonlight and her smirk was filled with malice. She was flanked by an enormous man, his presence commanding and terrifying. Scars crisscrossed his face and arms, a testament to countless battles.“Lyra,” Seraphine said mockingly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “So nice to see you again.”Kane’s eyes narrowed. “Seraphine.” His tone was sharp, accusing.Seraphine laughed. “Oh, don’t sound so surprised. Did you really think I’d disappear quietly after you ruined my family? No, Kane. I’ve found my place now.
The forest was eerily quiet when the patrol found him. Kane lay amidst the carnage, bloodied and battered, his wolf form barely clinging to life. Warriors of his pack stumbled upon the aftermath, their faces grim as they surveyed the lifeless bodies of their comrades.“Prince Kane!” one of the warriors exclaimed, rushing to his side.Another knelt beside him, checking his pulse. “He’s alive, but barely. We need to get him back. Now.”Two wolves shifted into their human forms, carefully lifting Kane onto a makeshift stretcher. His wolf let out a weak growl, as if still fighting to protect something, but exhaustion overtook him.“We need to move quickly,” their leader barked. “He needs immediate treatment. The rest of you - search the area. See if there’s any sign of Lyra.”The warriors scattered, their hearts heavy.A Day LaterKane’s eyes fluttered open, the pale light of his room greeting him. His body ached, every muscle protesting even the smallest movement. He tried to sit up, but
Kane's POV The evening air was heavy with tension as Kane sat up in his bed, his head spinning from the effort. His body protested, but he forced himself upright, clenching his jaw against the pain. Weakness was a luxury he couldn’t afford. Not now.His wolf growled low in his mind, the sound a blend of frustration and anger.You failed her, the wolf snarled. We failed her. How could you let them take her?“I know,” Kane muttered aloud, his voice hoarse. “You think I don’t know?”The wolf snapped back, She’s our mate. We were supposed to protect her. And we let her go.Kane’s hands clenched into fists, his nails biting into his palms. “If I could go back..”But you can’t. The wolf’s tone softened, its anger tempered by a deeper pain. But we can fix it. If you’ll listen to me.For a moment, the room fell silent save for the soft rustle of the wind outside the window. Kane closed his eyes, his breathing steadying as he opened himself fully to the wolf’s presence.What do you want? K
Lyra’s eyes fluttered open, the pounding in her head making her wince. The air was damp and carried the scent of mildew, the stone floor beneath her hard and cold against her aching body. For a moment, she struggled to piece together where she was. The memories came rushing back like a wave -the ambush, the Rogue King, Seraphine’s sneer, the fight.And then… darkness.Her fingers twitched, and she realized she was still clutching the stone. Its smooth surface pulsed faintly, a comforting warmth in her palm despite the chill that surrounded her.She tried to sit up, her muscles screaming in protest. Every part of her ached, but the searing pain in her head was the worst, a deep throb that made her vision swim.Lyra groaned softly, pressing her free hand to her temple. Thalia, are you there?Her wolf stirred weakly. I’m here. We’re alive. That’s what matters.Barely.Lyra gritted her teeth, forcing herself to look around. The cell was small and oppressive, the stone walls slick with mois
Time dragged on in the damp, oppressive silence of the cell, broken only by the occasional, harrowing sound of screams from deeper within the prison. Lyra flinched every time she heard them, her heart sinking further. The cries came from other prisoners, their agony reverberating through the stone walls.Her hands curled tightly around the stone, her only source of solace. Though it glowed faintly, its light was hidden by her fingers. The warmth it radiated was the sole comfort she had in this pit of despair.Lyra’s body bore the bruises and aches of countless beatings. The guards came often, their heavy boots echoing ominously before they entered. They would shove her to the ground or drag her up roughly, hitting her hard enough to bruise but never crossing the line into true torture.Yet.That was what terrified her most. She knew the day would come when the Rogue King’s patience would run out. When words would no longer suffice, and they would begin to break her in ways she couldn’t
The training grounds were alive with the sound of sparring warriors and the clang of weapons, but Kane’s focus remained razor-sharp. He stood at the edge of the field, his arms crossed, his jaw set in a grim line as he watched his people prepare for the most dangerous mission of his life.A mission he couldn’t afford to fail.He felt the ghost of a familiar pain in his chest, a wound that had never fully healed. Memories of his first mate, her laughter, her warmth, and the devastating loss of her life flashed in his mind. It was a loss he had carried for years, a failure that haunted him every time he closed his eyes.And now Lyra.She wasn’t just his mate; she was his future, his second chance. The bond between them, though still growing, was already more powerful than anything he had ever felt. He couldn’t lose her - not again, not like this.We won’t fail her, his wolf growled, its voice reverberating in his mind.Kane closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. We said that before.That was
Lyra’s Point of ViewThe northern stronghold was vast, its foundations built into the heart of the mountain itself. Hallways of cold stone stretched endlessly, twisting in intricate patterns as if the fortress had grown like roots over time, each tunnel a passageway to secrets long buried.Lyra followed her father in silence, her boots echoing against the polished floors as they descended deeper into the stronghold. The torches lining the walls flickered, their golden light barely reaching the shadows that seemed to press in from every side.She could feel it.The weight of history. The whispers of those who had come before.They were walking into the old places - the ones that had not been disturbed in centuries.Killian had said little since they left the war room. His expression remained unreadable, but Lyra didn’t miss the tension in his shoulders, the slight furrow in his brow.Finally, he spoke. “The archives were sealed after the war between the First Queen and the Demon God. N
Lyra’s POVThe chamber was silent after her father’s final words, but inside her mind - inside her soul - there was no silence.The First Queen was awake.She could feel her, a whisper in the back of her thoughts, a presence curling around her consciousness like smoke."You are not ready."Lyra stiffened, her nails digging into her palms.She had spent her life believing she was in control of her own destiny. That her choices, her victories, and her losses were her own. But now?Now, she wasn’t just herself anymore.The First Queen’s presence had been lingering since the moment she woke after the battle with the Demon God. At first, it had been subtle - a whisper here, a flicker of something in the corner of her mind. But now, it was like an ember catching fire, waiting to consume.Lyra closed her eyes, exhaling slowly."You are my heir."The words weren’t just memories. They were hers - the Queen’s voice brushing against her thoughts, curling into her mind like it belonged there.No.
Lyra POVThe flickering lamps lining the corridor cast elongated shadows on the stone walls as Lyra followed her father into the war room. The weight of what she had asked settled heavily on her chest, but she did not waver.She needed answers.Kane walked beside her, silent but present, his silver eyes watchful. He had been there when the First Queen had taken over her body - he had spoken to her - and now, he would hear the truth alongside her.Killian dismissed the guards stationed outside the chamber before stepping in, his presence commanding as ever. The heavy wooden doors groaned shut behind them.The room was dimly lit, with a large, circular table in the center, covered in old maps and ancient texts. The scent of parchment and aged leather filled the space, mingling with the faint traces of smoke from the brazier in the corner.Killian remained standing, arms crossed over his chest. "What do you know of the First Queen?" he asked.Lyra inhaled sharply. "Only what the historie
Lyra POVThe weight of her father’s words clung to the air like a storm waiting to break.We prepare.For what?A war against gods who had existed before time itself? A battle against something no mortal could ever hope to understand?Lyra’s fingers curled into fists against her lap, her nails biting into her palms. Every instinct in her screamed that something was wrong, something beyond the devastation left behind by the Demon God.She had survived. But at what cost?The presence inside her had not faded.The First Queen still lurked in the shadows of her soul, coiled like a predator biding its time. Lyra could feel her - not an overwhelming force taking control, not yet, but there. A whisper at the back of her mind, a weight that had settled into her very bones.A force that did not belong to her.Kane’s grip on her hand was steady, grounding. But even he couldn’t quiet the turmoil inside her.Across from her, her father watched, his sharp amber eyes filled with something unreadabl
Lyra POVThe chamber door opened.A presence - strong, unwavering, familiar.Lyra’s gaze lifted, and there he stood. Alpha Killian. Her father.Despite everything - the battle, the wounds, the exhaustion - he was still the mountain of a man. Power clung to him like a second skin, his aura crackling with dominance. His broad shoulders were squared, his sharp golden eyes scanning her with a mixture of relief and something deeper - concern.But there was something else. Something guarded. As if he had already guessed why she had summoned him.Lyra sat up, ignoring the way her muscles ached. Kane remained beside her, ever-watchful, his silver gaze flickering between her and her father.Killian exhaled, stepping closer. "You're awake."Lyra swallowed hard. Barely.She didn't say it.Instead, she met his gaze head-on. "I need answers."A muscle in Killian's jaw twitched. "I had a feeling you might say that."He pulled a chair closer, his heavy boots echoing against the stone floor as he sat
Lyra POVThere was nothing.No light. No sound. No sense of up or down. Only a vast, endless void.Lyra drifted, her body weightless, her mind unanchored.She tried to move, but there was no ground beneath her feet, no air in her lungs. It was like she had been ripped from existence itself.Then - a pulse.Faint at first, like a whisper through the dark.Then again. Louder. Stronger. A rhythm she recognized. Her heartbeat.The void trembled, a ripple coursing through the blackness like a stone cast into still water.And then - a presence. Low. Powerful. Ancient.“You were never meant to wake.”The voice was cold, steady, a whisper of command laced with undeniable authority.The darkness rippled again.And suddenly - Lyra was falling. The impact rattled through her bones, though there was no visible ground beneath her. Gasping, she pushed herself up, her limbs trembling.And that was when she saw her.A golden glow flickered in the distance, illuminating a figure standing still in the
Kane POV The night was too quiet.Kane sat by Lyra’s side, his fingers curled tightly around her wrist, as if his touch alone could anchor her to him.But she didn’t stir.Not once since they had left the ruins of the castle.She had always been a fighter - fierce, untamed, unwilling to yield even in the face of gods. Yet now, she lay motionless, her breathing soft, steady, but… wrong.Not once had her Lycan stirred.Not once had she reached for him through their bond.The firelit chamber in the northern stronghold was warm, but Kane felt cold.Briane hovered over Lyra, her brows furrowed in concentration as she murmured incantations under her breath. Symbols of ancient magic pulsed at her fingertips, flickering across Lyra’s skin before fading like dying embers.Nothing worked.With a frustrated sigh, Briane pulled back, wiping sweat from her brow."I don’t understand," she muttered. "Her body is… stable. No wounds, no curses, no poisons. But something is keeping her from ...""From
The moment the golden light faded, Kane knew something was wrong.The chamber stood still, thick with the lingering echoes of power that had just torn through reality itself. The last remnants of the Demon God’s existence had been obliterated, its monstrous form reduced to nothing but dust and shadow. The battle was over.And yet something was off.. Lyra collapsed.Kane lunged forward, catching her just before she hit the cracked stone floor.Her body was limp in his arms, her hair falling in a tangled mess over her face. He could feel the rapid, shallow rise and fall of her chest, but it was too weak - as if something inside her was slipping further and further away.His heart slammed against his ribs, a soundless snarl tearing through him as he shook her gently."Lyra," he called, his voice steady, but beneath it, there was a razor-sharp edge of fear. "Wake up."Silence.He tried again, gripping her tighter."Lyra!"Nothing.She wasn’t responding.Not through their bond.Not even
The chamber exploded with fury.The castle itself screamed, the magic woven into its very foundation fracturing under the sheer weight of the entity’s rage.Towers above them cracked, the stone splitting apart as if the very bones of the fortress could no longer withstand the force of what had been unleashed. The great warning horns of the city rang out, a desperate call for warriors to take up arms, for the innocent to run, flee, escape before it was too late.But in this chamber, there was no escape.The Demon God’s form twisted, its shadowed body shifting, growing impossibly large, expanding until the darkness swallowed the last remaining torches, leaving only the faint, pulsing glow of the shattered Grand Stone to illuminate the void.It no longer shifted like a specter in the dark.It had taken shape.A monstrous being, its body formed of writhing shadows and endless malice.Its head was crowned with jagged horns, piercing through the air like the twisted roots of a cursed tree.