The Truth About Lyra’s Bloodline
Lyra awoke to the scent of herbs and burning incense.
Her body ached, her limbs heavy, but the pain in her chest—the agony of rejection—was duller now, almost distant.
She blinked against the dim candlelight, her vision adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. She was lying on a soft bed, covered in fur blankets. The air was warm, carrying the faint crackle of a nearby fire.
Slowly, she turned her head.
She was inside an underground chamber.
The stone walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient scrolls and glass vials of glowing liquid. Intricate carvings decorated the ceiling, forming strange symbols she didn’t recognize.
And sitting beside her, watching her with piercing silver eyes, was the woman from before.
Elder Raine.
"You’re awake," she said softly, her voice filled with wisdom and something else—expectation.
Lyra tried to sit up, but her body protested.
"Where am I?" she rasped, her throat dry.
"You are safe," Raine reassured her, pouring a golden liquid from a small vial into a wooden cup. "Drink this. It will ease your pain."
Lyra hesitated but took the cup. The moment the warm liquid touched her tongue, she felt a surge of energy rush through her. The exhaustion that had weighed her down lightened, and her mind sharpened.
"Who are you?" she asked warily, lowering the cup.
Raine studied her for a moment before answering.
"I am one of the last surviving members of the Moonblood Clan," she said. "And so are you."
Lyra froze.
"What?"
Raine’s gaze flickered to Lyra’s wrist.
"The mark you bear," she said, gesturing to the silver insignia. "It is proof of your bloodline. You are Moonborn, a descendant of the lost rulers of the werewolf world."
Lyra shook her head. "No. That can’t be true. My parents… they weren’t special. My mother died when I was a child, and my father—"
Her voice broke.
Her father had never wanted her. He had left her to be raised by the pack’s caretakers, barely acknowledging her existence.
Raine’s expression softened. "Your parents may not have told you the truth, but your blood does not lie. The Moonblood Clan was wiped out centuries ago because of their power. The Bloodmoon Pack, like many others, were taught to fear us. To destroy us."
Lyra swallowed hard, her hands curling into fists.
"That’s why they called me cursed," she whispered.
"Yes," Raine confirmed. "Because they did not understand what you truly are."
Lyra’s heart pounded.
All her life, she had been weak. Unwanted. A burden.
But now, Raine was telling her she was powerful?
"Why now?" she asked. "Why did my mark only start glowing at the mating ceremony?"
"Because your abilities are awakening," Raine said. "The bond you shared with Alpha Damien may have triggered your dormant power. But it was his rejection that will push you to become who you were meant to be."
A spark of something dangerous ignited inside Lyra.
"Stronger than Damien?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raine nodded.
"Stronger than any Alpha."
For the first time since her exile, Lyra didn’t feel like a victim.
She felt like something more.
Something powerful.
And for the first time in her life—
She embraced it.
Damien’s RegretDamien couldn’t sleep.It had been three days since the mating ceremony, and yet his mind refused to rest.The moment he had spoken those fateful words—"I reject you."—something inside him had fractured.His wolf, once strong and unshakable, was now restless, pacing within him, howling in distress. It clawed at his mind, demanding to be set free, but he refused to acknowledge the ache buried deep in his chest.It didn’t make sense.Lyra was nothing—a weak, unwanted she-wolf with a cursed mark. His rejection should have freed him. It should have strengthened him.Instead, he felt like he was dying.He slammed his fist against his desk, sending papers flying. The grand study of the Bloodmoon Pack’s packhouse was empty, save for him and the suffocating silence.A knock on the door broke through his thoughts."Come in," he growled.The heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing Serena, his beta and closest advisor. She hesitated before stepping forward, her expression trou
The Awakening PowerThe moon illuminated the sky as Lyra found herself solitary in the clearing, the cold air pressing against her. Her breaths came rapidly and shallowly, each exhale visible in the frigid night. A fresh wave of strength coursed through her, a sensation she struggled to describe. It felt as if every part of her was coming alive, as though her true self had been asleep for ages and was now finally awakening.Elder Raine had spent weeks training her, pushing her to exceed her boundaries, helping her tap into the hidden power that surged within her lineage. She soon realized that the Moonblood Clan's abilities were connected not just to the tangible world but also to the spiritual one. The relationship with the land, the surrounding animals, and the moon itself—everything contained a force that Lyra could feel beneath her feet, vibrating through the ground.The feeling was both intimidating and exhilarating. However, tonight had a unique aura. Lyra detected the atmospher
THE RETURN LUNAThe Bloodmoon Pack Under SiegeThe Bloodmoon Pack was in ruins.Fires raged through the village, and the scent of blood tainted the air. The once-mighty warriors of Bloodmoon fought desperately against an overwhelming force—Alpha Rowan’s rogue army.Damien stood at the center of the battlefield, his clothes torn, his body covered in wounds, but his eyes burned with unyielding determination.He had made a grave mistake.Rejecting Lyra, believing she was a curse, had been the greatest error of his life.Now, his people were dying.And he had no way to stop it.A massive rogue lunged at him, claws extended, but Damien twisted at the last second, driving his blade deep into the wolf’s side. The enemy howled in agony before collapsing.Damien barely had time to catch his breath before another one came.He foughtAnd fought.But he was losing.His warriors were outnumbered.For every rogue they took down, two more replaced them.And then, a bone-chilling laugh echoed through
The Moon’s AwakeningLyra stood at the edge of the Bloodmoon Pack’s training grounds, her heart pounding as she stared at the energy crackling around her fingertips. Ever since her exile, she had learned to suppress her emotions, to bury the pain deep enough that no one could use it against her. But now… now something inside her had changed.The power within her was growing.For the past few nights, she had felt a strange pull—like the moon itself was whispering secrets only she could hear. Her instincts told her that something was about to happen, something that would change her fate forever.She exhaled sharply and clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing.Behind her, Damien watched her closely.The Alpha had barely spoken to her since she returned, but she could feel his presence like a shadow lingering in the distance. His silver eyes were always on her, filled with something she refused to name—regret, longing, or maybe even guilt.“Training alone again?” his deep voice
The Alpha’s BetrayalThe Bloodmoon Pack’s ceremonial gathering was supposed to be the happiest night of Lyra Everwood’s life.The grand hall, built from dark oak and ancient stone, was alive with energy. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their flickering flames casting warm light over the crowd. The scent of roasted meat and sweet honeywine filled the air as pack members whispered and laughed, their excitement crackling like an electric current.Tonight was the Mating Ceremony—a sacred event where the Moon Goddess revealed fated mates. It was the night dreams came true, where wolves found their other halves, their soul bonds.For years, Lyra had imagined this moment. She wasn’t an Alpha’s daughter, nor a warrior, but she had hoped. She had prayed that she would find the one who would love her unconditionally.And then—she felt it.A shiver raced down her spine. A heat curled in her stomach, spreading like wildfire through her veins.Her wolf stirred.Her head snapped up,
THE LAND PROHIBITED Lyra staggered forward, her bare feet sinking into the wet ground as the screaming wind nipped at her flesh. She had struck the ground hard after being thrown out by the Bloodmoon Pack's guards, scraping her hands on the rocky rocks near the edge. And she was here now. at the Forbidden Lands' boundary. This place was never visited. Even the most courageous wolves dared not go there since it was a realm of myths and nightmares. Dark and ancient, the forest towered over her, its gnarled trees reaching out like skeleton fingers into the sky. There was a spooky silence as a dense fog twisted across the bush. No birds. No leaves rustling. Just a strange silence. The terrain itself seemed to be keeping watch. Shivering, Lyra put her arms around herself. She still felt the sting of rejection in her chest, a sharp pain that would not go away. She saw Damien's face each time she closed her eyes. his expression's hardness. How he'd turned away without thinking. He had dism
The Moon’s AwakeningLyra stood at the edge of the Bloodmoon Pack’s training grounds, her heart pounding as she stared at the energy crackling around her fingertips. Ever since her exile, she had learned to suppress her emotions, to bury the pain deep enough that no one could use it against her. But now… now something inside her had changed.The power within her was growing.For the past few nights, she had felt a strange pull—like the moon itself was whispering secrets only she could hear. Her instincts told her that something was about to happen, something that would change her fate forever.She exhaled sharply and clenched her fists, trying to steady her breathing.Behind her, Damien watched her closely.The Alpha had barely spoken to her since she returned, but she could feel his presence like a shadow lingering in the distance. His silver eyes were always on her, filled with something she refused to name—regret, longing, or maybe even guilt.“Training alone again?” his deep voice
THE RETURN LUNAThe Bloodmoon Pack Under SiegeThe Bloodmoon Pack was in ruins.Fires raged through the village, and the scent of blood tainted the air. The once-mighty warriors of Bloodmoon fought desperately against an overwhelming force—Alpha Rowan’s rogue army.Damien stood at the center of the battlefield, his clothes torn, his body covered in wounds, but his eyes burned with unyielding determination.He had made a grave mistake.Rejecting Lyra, believing she was a curse, had been the greatest error of his life.Now, his people were dying.And he had no way to stop it.A massive rogue lunged at him, claws extended, but Damien twisted at the last second, driving his blade deep into the wolf’s side. The enemy howled in agony before collapsing.Damien barely had time to catch his breath before another one came.He foughtAnd fought.But he was losing.His warriors were outnumbered.For every rogue they took down, two more replaced them.And then, a bone-chilling laugh echoed through
The Awakening PowerThe moon illuminated the sky as Lyra found herself solitary in the clearing, the cold air pressing against her. Her breaths came rapidly and shallowly, each exhale visible in the frigid night. A fresh wave of strength coursed through her, a sensation she struggled to describe. It felt as if every part of her was coming alive, as though her true self had been asleep for ages and was now finally awakening.Elder Raine had spent weeks training her, pushing her to exceed her boundaries, helping her tap into the hidden power that surged within her lineage. She soon realized that the Moonblood Clan's abilities were connected not just to the tangible world but also to the spiritual one. The relationship with the land, the surrounding animals, and the moon itself—everything contained a force that Lyra could feel beneath her feet, vibrating through the ground.The feeling was both intimidating and exhilarating. However, tonight had a unique aura. Lyra detected the atmospher
Damien’s RegretDamien couldn’t sleep.It had been three days since the mating ceremony, and yet his mind refused to rest.The moment he had spoken those fateful words—"I reject you."—something inside him had fractured.His wolf, once strong and unshakable, was now restless, pacing within him, howling in distress. It clawed at his mind, demanding to be set free, but he refused to acknowledge the ache buried deep in his chest.It didn’t make sense.Lyra was nothing—a weak, unwanted she-wolf with a cursed mark. His rejection should have freed him. It should have strengthened him.Instead, he felt like he was dying.He slammed his fist against his desk, sending papers flying. The grand study of the Bloodmoon Pack’s packhouse was empty, save for him and the suffocating silence.A knock on the door broke through his thoughts."Come in," he growled.The heavy wooden doors creaked open, revealing Serena, his beta and closest advisor. She hesitated before stepping forward, her expression trou
The Truth About Lyra’s BloodlineLyra awoke to the scent of herbs and burning incense.Her body ached, her limbs heavy, but the pain in her chest—the agony of rejection—was duller now, almost distant.She blinked against the dim candlelight, her vision adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. She was lying on a soft bed, covered in fur blankets. The air was warm, carrying the faint crackle of a nearby fire.Slowly, she turned her head.She was inside an underground chamber.The stone walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient scrolls and glass vials of glowing liquid. Intricate carvings decorated the ceiling, forming strange symbols she didn’t recognize.And sitting beside her, watching her with piercing silver eyes, was the woman from before.Elder Raine."You’re awake," she said softly, her voice filled with wisdom and something else—expectation.Lyra tried to sit up, but her body protested."Where am I?" she rasped, her throat dry."You are safe," Raine reassured her, pouri
THE LAND PROHIBITED Lyra staggered forward, her bare feet sinking into the wet ground as the screaming wind nipped at her flesh. She had struck the ground hard after being thrown out by the Bloodmoon Pack's guards, scraping her hands on the rocky rocks near the edge. And she was here now. at the Forbidden Lands' boundary. This place was never visited. Even the most courageous wolves dared not go there since it was a realm of myths and nightmares. Dark and ancient, the forest towered over her, its gnarled trees reaching out like skeleton fingers into the sky. There was a spooky silence as a dense fog twisted across the bush. No birds. No leaves rustling. Just a strange silence. The terrain itself seemed to be keeping watch. Shivering, Lyra put her arms around herself. She still felt the sting of rejection in her chest, a sharp pain that would not go away. She saw Damien's face each time she closed her eyes. his expression's hardness. How he'd turned away without thinking. He had dism
The Alpha’s BetrayalThe Bloodmoon Pack’s ceremonial gathering was supposed to be the happiest night of Lyra Everwood’s life.The grand hall, built from dark oak and ancient stone, was alive with energy. Golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their flickering flames casting warm light over the crowd. The scent of roasted meat and sweet honeywine filled the air as pack members whispered and laughed, their excitement crackling like an electric current.Tonight was the Mating Ceremony—a sacred event where the Moon Goddess revealed fated mates. It was the night dreams came true, where wolves found their other halves, their soul bonds.For years, Lyra had imagined this moment. She wasn’t an Alpha’s daughter, nor a warrior, but she had hoped. She had prayed that she would find the one who would love her unconditionally.And then—she felt it.A shiver raced down her spine. A heat curled in her stomach, spreading like wildfire through her veins.Her wolf stirred.Her head snapped up,