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
Lyra’s POV When we arrived, Stephen helped me carry in the things he had generously bought. He didn't miss a detail, everything I could possibly need was in those bags."Are you sure you want to stay here alone?” he asked."I’ll be fine, Stephen. Just do me one last favor, don’t tell anyone where I am. No one. Unless you see George," I pleaded."No problem," he agreed. His reluctance was noticeable. With a final uncertain glance, Stephen left. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and peeled off the bandages from my skin. The faint scars were the only reminder of the nightmare I had barely escaped.I started cleaning, sweeping away the dust. I put the snacks Stephen had bought in the tiny kitchen, arranging them with care.Afterwards, I took out some grains and fed my parrot, watching as it pecked at the food, its presence the only sense of normalcy I had left. Once it was settled, I finally sat down to eat, though my mind refused to fully relax.I glanced at the old
Lyra's POV Due, collapsed under the strain. With the last ounce of strength, I shifted back to my human form, but the exhaustion hit me like a wave.I could barely hold myself up. My parrot fluttered nervously before taking off into the sky. I was too weak to stop him. All I could do was watch him disappear into the distance as darkness swallowed me whole.When I finally regained consciousness, it was evening, and for a moment, I was shocked to be alive. I had expected the wolfsbane to have poisoned my blood by now, leaving me paralyzed until death claimed me. But here I was, still breathing, still in pain, but alive. My parrot was perched beside me with scraps of cloth and rags around him, he'd been out scavenging while I lay unconscious to cover my exposed body. A weak smile pulled at my lips as I reached out, gently running my fingers through his feathers.I shifted my focus to my shoulder, where the wound throbbed relentlessly. The sight of it made my stomach twist. The vein
Lyra’s POVI walked through the Wildfire pack's territory, the land that once felt like home now seemed to carry a weight of judgment and whispers in the wind. As I made my way deeper into the heart of the pack, I encountered familiar faces. Their smiles were genuine, but I could see the shock in their expressions, the way their gazes flickered over my disheveled appearance, the dirt and bruises marking me like a map.They didn’t ask questions, hey didn’t need to. I knew some had already mindlinked the castle. Word of my return would be spreading like wildfire, fitting, considering the name of the pack.I reached the gate, standing before the enforcers.They didn’t flinch as I approached.“We were told you’re never to set foot in Wildfire again,” one of them stated, his voice steady but respectful. His eyes softened slightly, but he did not move. I opened my mouth, trying to find the words, but nothing came. I true to speak again when I heard my brother's voice."Lyra!"Damian, burst
Lyra's POV Four years later…The morning sunlight poured over the balcony of our grand new castle. Today was a special day, my husband was returning from the human world after days of being away.I stepped onto the balcony, letting the breeze carry the sweet scent of blooming roses from the gardens below. My eyes caught Kael in the courtyard, wielding his wooden sword with a ferocity that made me smile. He attacked invisible foes, his movements clumsy but full of determination.“Victory!” he shouted, lifting his sword to the sky, his laughter echoing through the grounds.I couldn’t help but laugh softly. This was my world now, a fairytale I never dreamed possible. With a full heart, I turned back inside to where my newborn baby girl, Athena, lay sleeping in her cradle. She was a picture of perfection, her tiny fists curled by her head, her white hair glimmering in the morning light, just like mine. As I stood by her side, I couldn’t decide who to thank, fate, the ancestors, or si
George's POV With everything seemingly settled, we finally had the time to rest. I decided not to travel for a while, I needed to step back from the whirlwind of drama and just be with Lyra.We explored endlessly, venturing into parts of the packs I’d never fully appreciated before. We wandered through lush forests, marveled at cascading waterfalls, and soaked in the serenity of it all. Every moment with her felt like reclaiming a piece of my soul that had been missing for far too long.I had missed her more than I could put into words, and being in her presence again filled me with a happiness so overwhelming, it was almost unbearable. We decided to escape the noise entirely and camp in the woods, just the two of us.With a shared excitement, we packed only what we needed and set off. When we reached the perfect spot, I built a fire, its flames crackling warmly as I skewered the meat and began roasting it over the heat.After the meal, we drank wine, its warmth spreading through us
Lyra's POV “Damian? Is that really you?” My heart pounded as I rushed to him, disbelief clouding my thoughts.There he was, standing before me, battered and bruised, his body showing the toll of the pain he'd endured. His eyes were tired, his breath shallow, but he was alive.He was holding Kael, his arms trembling slightly from the weight. My heart clenched at the sight of them both, my legs nearly giving way beneath me.“You’re alive!” I cried out, my voice cracking with relief and joy. I threw my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. In that moment, nothing else mattered. I took Kael from his arms, holding him as if I were afraid I might lose him again.Tears of joy welled up in my eyes, falling freely down my cheeks as I clung to them both.Damian’s smiled weakly. “Maximus wanted to manipulate you into coming here. He killed one of his soldiers, poured my blood all over him, and sent him to you.”“What?” My breath caught in my throat, the shock almost unbearable. “T
Lyra's POV “What's funny?” he growled.I stepped closer, my heart pounding but my face betraying no fear. “I’m not afraid of whatever you plan to do with me. But you’ll tell me my son is safe, won’t you?” My voice remained calm.“He’s safe.” His words were short.“How can I trust you?” I demanded, my voice sharper now.“Because I’m Maximus, and I said so.” He shouted the last part, his anger flaring, his fists clenched at his sides.“Don’t you ever raise your voice at me again,” I said, my tone low.For a moment, he stared at me, his nostrils flaring as if measuring the weight of my words. Then, with a brutal motion, he seized me by the neck, his fingers tightening like a vice as he slammed me against the cold wall. “I own you,” he snarled.I gasped for air, the pressure around my throat suffocating. My vision blurred as I coughed violently, struggling to breathe. My hand trembled as I reached up, my fingers finding the sharp, cold edge of the large pin I had hidden in my hair.Wit
Lyra's POV My mother had been revived, her stillness betraying the depth of the miracle that had brought her back. She slept soundly, unaware of my thoughts, as I slipped out of the room, my heart pounding with a heavy mix of anticipation and dread. My father was out, and I knew he would be consumed by his business all day, an opportunity I couldn't afford to waste.With quiet determination, I made my way to my room, my hands trembling slightly as I dressed. My hair, usually unruly, was pinned back meticulously, strands carefully tucked away. I chose a leather jumpsuit. A large, hooded cloak followed, draping over my shoulders, a shield from prying eyes.Everyone was busy, their attention scattered, distracted by their own affairs. It was the perfect moment to escape.I slipped through the door unnoticed, my heart racing as I entered the woods. The occasional rustle of leaves was the only sound, and even when I encountered a few werewolves, I bent my head and pulled the hood tight
Lyra's POV “Mother, please, calm down,” I implored, my arms wrapped around her in a desperate attempt to comfort her. The door swung open abruptly, and my father stepped in. His eyes were wide, scanning the room. When his gaze landed on me, he hurried forward, his expression tight with worry.“Are you okay?” His voice was strained. “Was the process broken?”I shook my head, still clinging to my mother. “I’m fine, father. But what’s happening? Why does everything feel so wrong?”His gaze shifted, briefly looking over my shoulder before locking onto me again. “What about George?” “George is not with me,” I said, my voice faltering with confusion. “Father, please, tell me what’s going on.”“Maximus. He attacked last evening.” The words hit me like a blow. “He wasn’t even focused on the pack.”I felt my heart tighten in my chest. “Is that why the pack is empty?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper. “Yes,” my father confirmed, his voice like gravel. “They all used the secret b
Lyra’s POVThey all stood abruptly, distancing themselves from the table as the tension thickened in the air.“What did you do?” Mrs. Elizabeth’s voice cracked, her eyes wide with disbelief and anger.“Oh, nothing, mother,” George responded, his tone cool. “You did this to me. If you’d only accepted Lyra, none of this would’ve happened. But guess what? I love who I am now, and I love it even more than anything you could’ve ever forced on me.”I took a deliberate sip from my drink, my eyes never leaving the scene before me. The raw fear flickering across their faces, mixed with the wonder of it all, it was almost tangible, like I could reach out and touch it.Vera, though, she was different. While the rest of them were caught up in their whirlwind of emotions, she seemed... fascinated, almost like an observer from another world, savoring every word, every reaction, as if it were some strange but thrilling show.“Why? Why? Why?” Mrs. Elizabeth sank back into her seat, her hands clutchin
Lyra's POV I was stunned to learn about this. For so long, I believed I was just an ordinary Alpha's daughter. But now, to think that George and I were part of a prophecy, it was nothing short of shocking. It wasn't even entirely about us, yet somehow, our love made it come true.We talked for hours, sharing our thoughts and fears until the sky surrendered to night. When it came time for the breaking ritual. Ellen prepared a strange, glowing liquid. Its ethereal shimmer sent a chill through me as she instructed me to submerge myself completely, much like the first ritual I’d endured.By midnight, I lay on the floor, surrounded by a strange white substance. To my surprise, there was no pain. Instead, I drifted into a restful dream where I found myself standing face-to-face with Due, my wolf. It felt like we had been separated for an eternity, and the moment we reunited, it was as though a missing part of my soul finally clicked back into place.When I woke the next morning, everyt
Lyra's POV “Finally, the couple that defied fate,” she greeted.“We were lucky,” George replied.Ellen’s smile deepened as she opened the door, ushering us inside her dimly lit space.“What can I do for you?” she asked, her voice calm as we sat.“Well, I’m sure you’ve already guessed,” I began, glancing briefly at George. “George now has a wolf. I’ve broken the rules, and I want the transformation reversed. I want to remain a werewolf.”The room fell silent, and Ellen’s smile vanished. In its place was a piercing, almost predatory stare. “Is that so?” she said, her tone eerily flat.Something in her voice shifted, darkened, and I felt the weight of her presence grow oppressive.Without warning, she giggled. The sound was sharp and jarring, making me flinch. “Of course,” she said suddenly, her voice bright. “That is very easy. I’d gladly do that. But…” She paused, “…we’ll have to wait until midnight, when the moon is out.”“Okay,” I said, nodding.“In the meantime, can we ask questi