Lyra's POV I could feel her struggling. Panic surged through me as I tried to grasp her, but my hands passed through her form as if she were made of mist.“No, hold on!” I cried. I focused every ounce of my strength, trying to anchor us together, but she was slipping further and further away. Just as the last trace of her light began to fade, I was jolted back, my eyes snapping open.I blinked, disoriented, the soft glow of morning light filtering through the window. I was still lying on the floor. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of what had just happened.“Was that a dream?” I whispered.I glanced to my side and saw Ellen, her eyes closed, whispering words in a language I couldn’t understand, her face etched with concentration. Turning, I found George leaning against the wall, dozing off. I called his name, my voice a faint rasp.“George?”He stirred immediately. He rushed to my side, his face a mixture of relief and concern. “Are you okay?” he asked.Before I could answe
Lyra's POV I wasn’t ready for an interview just yet. George and I had talked it over, agreeing that taking any chances, especially now with my allergies more intense than ever, was simply too risky. I knew my work would continue to draw attention and lure people in search of me, but until my transformation was complete, any public appearance would have to wait. Mrs. Charmaine, ever the wise market woman, understood the business intricacies better than anyone. She warned me of the vultures circling, those eager to exploit my hard work for their gain. Then came an intriguing proposition, a prestigious designer company renowned for its influence in the fashion world reached out. The CEO wanted to meet me. Mrs. Charmaine urged me to at least listen to their offer, and after some thought, I agreed. We set up a meeting, but not without taking every precaution.George took charge. He booked a cozy coffee shop for the evening, securing a private space where we wouldn’t be disturbed. No c
George POV Lyra’s constant complaints about boredom gnawed at me. I wanted to protect her, but she wasn’t a prisoner. Keeping her indoors felt like an injustice, especially considering how chaotic my work had become. I had to agree. Sometimes, she would wander around the estate for a stroll, her only relief from the walls that seemed to close in on her.That morning, as I sifted through endless reports and correspondence, Sonia made an unexpected visit to my office. For days, I had considered speaking to her. But I always told myself it could wait until Lyra’s transformation was complete. I told my secretary to let her in.“Hello, darling,” she greeted. She moved forward with open arms, an all-too-familiar gesture. The smell of her perfume clouded the room as she leaned in, attempting to embrace me. I leaned back sharply, gently removing her hands from my shoulders.“Have a seat,” I offered.She chose the spot closest to me, settling down on the table beside my chair. The closeness
Lyra's POV I struggled to make sense of my surroundings, my mind foggy, memories slipping away. I recalled walking in the estate, but now… where was I? Slowly, I looked around, realizing I was in a hospital. The steady beep of a machine filled the room, each sound grating on my nerves. A drip was attached to my hand, and my skin tingled uncomfortably where the needle pierced it. My head throbbed, heavy as if weighed down by unseen hands, but despite that, I found the strength to move. An unbearable burning sensation flared in my hand. Instinctively, I ripped the needle out, ignoring the sting as blood pooled at the site. I winced, but that was nothing compared to the sudden, searing pain that followed when my hand accidentally brushed the cold iron side of the bed. I gasped, recoiling in shock as the burn bit deeper into my skin.I rose shakily from the bed, the room spinning around me. I had barely taken a step when the door swung open, and a young man, accompanied by a doctor,
Lyra's POV My heart nearly stopped as my eyes scanned the words on the letter, each one like a jagged shard piercing through my chest.Dear Lyra,I know you are back home for now, and I just want to tell you that I do not love you anymore. I didn't want to say it to your face to hurt your feelings, which is why I decided to write instead and spare you the hurt. The truth is, you disgust me. I can't even stand you anymore. You're so strange, hence why I left home. Please leave the house before tomorrow. I do not want to see you or any trace of you. I've realized my mother wants the best for me, and I'll marry Sonia. Do not hold on to the past, and do not attempt to look for me. I wish you the best.I read the final line again, as if by doing so, I could change the meaning of the cruel words. My breath hitched, caught painfully in my throat, and for a moment, the room spun around me. No. No, this couldn't be real. The letter trembled in my hands as my legs buckled beneath me,
Lyra's POV I sat on the edge of the couch, my leg bouncing uncontrollably against the floor. The room was quiet, too quiet, amplifying the whirlwind of thoughts in my head.‘He had to come back today. I was going to confront him and hear it from his own lips. There could be no more guessing, no more agonizing over what might be.’The hours dragged by, and still, there was no sign of him. My heart pounded with frustration.‘Could he still be at the office?’ I wondered, my chest tightening. ‘If so, maybe I should go there myself and demand the answers I deserve.’But then it hit me. I had no idea where his office even was. Not once had I asked. I felt the sting of helplessness burn in my chest.I cursed under my breath, running my hand through my hair in frustration. "Idiot," I muttered.Desperation surged through me as I stood up abruptly and stormed into his room. My hands rummaged through his things, searching frantically for any sign of his office address, a card, a note, anything,
Lyra's POV My heart pounded violently in my chest, drowning out all rational thought. Escape was all that mattered. Grabbing my parrot, I fled through the kitchen to the back door in the compound. I reached only to find it locked, and panic surged through me. The fence loomed high above, an impossible obstacle unless I shifted. But I couldn't, not now, not when I was so close to completing my transformation process. Shifting would ruin everything.The sound of footsteps at the front gate sent terror through my veins. They were already coming in. My time was running out. I turned to the iron door. I had to climb it. I inhaled deeply, steadying the tremor in my limbs."Are you sure you can do this?" Due’s voice cut through my racing thoughts, her concern clear."It's the only way, Due," I replied, my voice tight with urgency. "I can climb the door, but the fence… I can't, and I can't shift."With no other choice, I tore the hem of my dress and wrapped it around my hands, the fabric
Lyra's POV After changing, I collapsed onto the bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. The untouched food Stephen had given me sat beside me, but I forced myself to nibble on a few bites, though it tasted like ash in my mouth. The reality of my situation crashed down on me. George was missing, his cold breakup letter echoing in my mind like a death knell. And now, I was being hunted.My thoughts spiraled, racing with questions I couldn’t answer. How had they found out I was a werewolf? It wasn’t supposed to be possible, someone must have betrayed me, but who apart from George?I thought back to Ellen. "During the transformation, something might happen..." Could this be what she had meant? Was this the fallout of that unknown change? As if that wasn’t enough, there was the pregnancy. My heart clenched painfully at the thought. How was I supposed to protect my unborn child when I could barely protect myself? A sharp headache pierced through my skull. I curled up on the bed, clutching m
George's POV When I pulled up in front of the house, my hands clenched the leather steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. The pressure grounded me, but the churning in my gut refused to settle. I wanted to storm inside, to confront my mother, to demand the truth behind her lies. But there was something heavier weighing on me, something that demanded I prioritize my time. And Vera, if I lingered too long, I risked dragging her into something she didn’t deserve.I didn’t even realize she’d been talking until her voice cut through the fog in my head.“I said, goodnight. Please take care,” Vera repeated gently, a hint of worry in her tone.Her words pulled me out of my thoughts, and I managed a stiff nod. Without another word, she turned and disappeared inside.I exhaled slowly. Then, steeling myself, I started the car and drove toward the outskirts of the city. The sun had dipped below the horizon. Darkness crept in quickly, but I barely noticed.The journey felt end
George's POV I arrived at Vera’s school, knowing her schedule well enough to catch her before she left. Just as I parked, I spotted her getting into a car to head home.Without hesitation, I stepped on the gas, overtaking them and forcing the driver to pull over abruptly. From an outsider’s perspective, it might have looked like an attempted abduction.I approached her window and rapped on the glass. She hesitated before rolling it down, her eyes narrowing as they met mine.“Get out,” I commanded, my tone leaving no room for debate.Without a word of protest, she obeyed, stepping out of her car. I opened the passenger door to mine, gesturing for her to get in. She did, her movements stiff but compliant, and I drove off without another word.“I was planning to come see you,” she stammered after a moment, her voice faltering under the tension in the air.I ignored her, my focus fixed on the road. The silence between us was heavy, the only sound was the hum of the engine. After a while
George's POV After what happened with Sonia that day, shame and guilt weighed heavily on me, clawing at my conscience. I couldn't shake the memory of her deceit. I had thought Sonia had a boyfriend, that she'd moved on, but no, it had all been a calculated ploy to get to me. The realization left a sour taste in my mouth, and I wrestled with the uncomfortable truth of how deeply Lyra would be hurt by my actions.Strangely, Sonia hadn't reached out since that day. Not a single message or call. Her silence was deafening, yet I found myself unwilling to contact her. I pushed the turmoil aside, choosing instead to channel my energy into something more important: finding Lyra.Work had become a low priority; I showed up sparingly, my mind perpetually elsewhere. That evening, after another distracted day at the office, I returned home feeling the weight of my unspoken regrets. Needing an escape from the confines of my thoughts, I decided to sit outside for a while. There was a bench ben
Lyra's POVI gasped, stumbling away from the mirror, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest. I ran out of the room, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.I found Damian, who was standing in the hallway, his brow furrowed with concern. “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked, his voice soft.I shook my head, my hands trembling as I clutched the fabric of my dress. “Something is happening to me,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.Damian stepped forward, his arms reaching out as though to offer solace. “Relax,” he said. “You should rest, get some sleep.”“No,” I cried out. “You don’t understand!” The panic churned inside me, gnawing at me like a living thing. How could I explain the fear gnawing at my soul, the overwhelming dread that I had come so close to ending the life of my own child?Damian didn’t stop. He pulled me gently, leading me toward my room.“Come on, let’s go to your room, it’ll be okay.” His insistence, even though he did
Lyra's POV I woke from a disturbing dream that left me drenched in sweat, my breaths shallow and uneven. The sun’s rays seeped through the curtains, telling me it was almost noon. My hand instinctively went to my injury. A faint relief washed over me. The poisonous content seemed to have drained out, leaving the wound raw but cleaner.The veins surrounding the injury pulsed in a rhythmic throb. The black discoloration had faded slightly. I sat up slowly, careful not to jar the wound, and dragged myself to the bathroom.The cold water against my skin jolted me fully. After drying off, I slipped into clean clothes.When I stepped out, the scent of warm bread and spiced stew filled the air. In the dining room, I found my mother, her arms wrapped protectively around Kael.“Where’s Father?” I asked as I approached.“He’s gone out with Damian,” she replied. “They went to assess the damage done to the pack.”I nodded, absorbing her words as I sat down. I focused on eating instead of dwelli
Lyra's POV I attacked with every ounce of strength I had, my claws slashing through the air with ferocity. The soldiers pinning Damian to the ground quickly turned their attention to me, their faces twisted in surprise, but I didn't hesitate. With a roar that seemed to shake the very earth beneath us, I struck with the same unrelenting fury that had been building inside me. Damian rose to his feet, shaking off the last of his attackers, his eyes flashing with determination. Within moments, he joined the fray, fighting back with the same intensity that coursed through my veins. In the chaos of battle, the ground around us littered with fallen soldiers, it was only the two of us still standing, our breath ragged, but our resolve unbroken.“I told you to stay inside, right?” Damian’s voice broke through the tension, his words laced with amusement as he wiped the blood from his brow.I couldn’t answer, not in my wolf form. But deep within, a smile curled on my lips. His joking tone,
Lyra's POV I abruptly stood up, my heart racing as I dropped everything I was doing. Without a second thought, I scooped up Kael from his bed, his peaceful slumber shattered by the chaos outside. The mind link was silent, leaving me in the dark about what was unfolding.The sound of a loud bang echoed through the walls, each one closer than the last. Gunshots cracked through the air, followed by agonized screams that made my blood run cold. My pulse quickened as dread coiled tightly in my chest.Flinging the door open, I stepped into an eerily empty hallway as I sprinted to the sitting room. There, I saw my father, his face a mask of grim determination, strapping on his full armor and gripping his sword.“What is happening?” I demanded, my voice trembling despite my effort to stay calm.“Maximus,” he growled, his eyes hard and focused. “He’s attacking.”Before I could process his words, Damian emerged from another room, a sword in his hand.“Protect the castle with the soldiers,” my
Lyra's POV It’s been over a week since I gave birth, and in this short time, the baby has proven to be an unexpected blessing. Each day, I find myself marvelling at his tiny fingers and the quiet strength in his bright eyes, and with every moment, my heart grows fuller. But while my love for him deepens, so does a shadow of fear I can’t quite shake.My father organised a grand ceremony to celebrate the arrival of his grandson, despite my protests. He spared no expense, filling our halls with guests, music, and celebration. Yet, even amid the joy, whispers circulated among the werewolves in attendance, questions, rumours.Some wondered about my son’s heritage, his father. The curiosity burned in their eyes, and though my family turned a deaf ear, I felt each questioning gaze like a prickling on my skin.I named him Kael, a name that means ‘mighty warrior,’ suited for a fierce and courageous werewolf. But would he live up to the strength that name implied, or would his mixed blood b
George's POV "Did you see the letter she left?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.My mother and Sarah exchanged confused glances. "What letter?" my mother asked, her gaze searching my face."Don't worry about it," I muttered, hoping to brush it off.But my mother leaned forward. "No, tell me. There was a letter?""I said forget it, Mother," I replied, a touch more sharply than I intended.Silence fell, thick and uncomfortable. Sarah and my mother went to the kitchen, preparing dinner. They made my favorite soup.While they cooked, my house help moved quietly through my room, tidying up my room.At dinner, I barely touched my food. Each spoonful felt like sand on my tongue. When we finished, they insisted on staying, offering to keep me company, but I refused."It's all just… a bad dream," I murmured, more to myself than to them, hoping, praying that any moment Lyra would walk through the door, that somehow this nightmare would end. I still didn’t understand what had gone