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 “What are you doing here?” he barked, his voice like thunder, reverberating through the room. “This is not your home anymore!” The venom in his words struck me like a physical blow, and I swallowed hard, unable to find my voice. I had expected this, but nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of it, for the sheer force of his rejection.“Father, she’s still your daughter,” Damian spoke up, his voice firm but calm, stepping between us like a shield. His hand remained clasped around mine, offering support even in the face of our father’s wrath. For a moment, the room was silent. My father’s eyes flicked between us, and I could see the battle raging inside him, the clash between his anger and the love he had once held for me. “No. The moment she decided to disgrace me, to drag my name through the mud in front of the entire pack, that was the moment she ceased to be my daughter!” “Father, please,” Damian started, but our father silenced him with a single, comman
George's POV From the moment I boarded the flight, doubts began to creep in. Was this contract really worth it?Maybe I should have waited for Lyra or stayed back. Another opportunity would come along, but I knew how much this one mattered. It was a rare chance, and opportunities like this didn’t come often.Still, the uncertainty gnawed at me. Why hadn’t Lyra returned home after her stroll? Where could she have gone? My mind spiraled with worry. What if she was in some kind of trouble?I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as I tried to clear the growing storm of thoughts. But my heart wasn’t at ease, and part of me wanted to rush to the cockpit and demand the pilot turn back.‘Maybe I’m overreacting,’ I told myself, trying to calm down. It was just for a day. What could possibly go wrong?By the time we touched down in Borea, the evening sun was already setting, casting long shadows across the tarmac. I hadn’t traveled with my secretary this time, after all, Mr. James, another tru
George's POV Supporting each other, James and I scanned for an escape. Retreating back into the hotel and trying to reach the lower floors was out of the question; it was too unstable.Then, I spotted something, a large steel mass that had fallen across from the adjacent building. It looked like a twisted bridge between us and a safer path. It must have been torn off in the blast, but for now, it offered a narrow way across.“They’re focusing on the bigger structures,” I muttered, more to reassure myself than anything. James nodded, and together, we began inching across the fallen mass. Every step made it sway beneath us, my heart pounding in sync with the treacherous rhythm. Adrenaline surged through my veins, sharpening my senses. All that mattered now was survival.We were halfway across when another bomb dropped, shattering what remained of the hotel below us. The force rocked the mass, and it began to crumble, half of it plummeting to the crumbling hotel.I tightened my grip,
Lyra's POV I stayed inside, waiting anxiously Damian to return. When he finally walked in, herbs in hand, I felt a sense of relief I hadn’t realized I needed. He sat beside me, applying the mixture to my wound, the cool, earthy smell seeping into my skin and numbing the sting. We talked quietly for a while, but eventually, weariness overcame me, and I drifted into sleep.I slept deeply, far more than usual. Perhaps it was the safety I felt here, sheltered from human eyes. Or maybe it was exhaustion, the kind that clung to my bones after days of constant travel and vigilance.For the next few days, I hardly left my room. Damian came by often, bringing food and tending to my wound. By the fourth day, the wound had fully healed, a faint scar marking the place where I’d been injured.The walls began to close in on me. Restlessness stirred, and I needed to breathe fresh air, to feel life beyond my room. Damian agreed to accompany me to the garden. Stepping outside was like breaking fre
George's POV We had been confined to the underground camp for weeks. The walls seemed to press in, stifling and relentless, making every breath feel thin and every thought feel heavier. The silence here wasn’t restful, it was a constant reminder of how trapped we were, echoing in the stale, dark air.Sometimes, when night fell, James and I would sneak outside to gulp in fresh air. We’d sit there for hours under the stars, the vastness of the night sky a small comfort against the cramped reality we returned to each morning.Yet lately, something felt off, like a shadow lingering just out of sight.“What are you thinking about?” James asked, his voice soft but edged with curiosity.In the time we’d spent here, James had become more than just another person trapped in this underground prison, he became a friend. The days felt less bleak with him beside me.I glanced at him, hesitating. “Ralph mentioned there were people abducted by the Gapan soldiers, right?”James nodded slowly, his g
George's POV I barely slept for two hours. My mind churned relentlessly, teeming with questions and possibilities that refused to let me rest. When morning came, I felt more drained than rejuvenated. Yet, the urgency coursing through me pushed me to my feet.“You’re up early,” Ellen’s voice broke the silence as she stepped out of her room.“Yes,” I replied, my words clipped with impatience. “Can we go now?”Ellen chuckled softly, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm raging within me. “Good morning to you too,” she teased.I paused, realizing how brusque I sounded. “Sorry, I must be rushing you,” I muttered, scratching my head. My exhaustion and eagerness had left me frayed, my emotions too raw to hide.“I understand,” she said. “But you need to rest more. I have to grab something before we leave.”I opened my mouth to protest but thought better of it. “Okay,” I said instead, swallowing my frustration.“Help yourself to the kitchen and make some breakfast,” she added casu
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