Lyra’s povI was sitting on my bed, still thinking about what had happened with Anna this morning. How did Anna threaten me? The coldness of her eyes and the sharp pointed knife on my neck were playing repeatedly in my mind, I felt like I was going to have a cold. Was I safe? Will I ever be?While thinking this, I realized that somebody was knocking at my door. My heart skipped a beat.“Come in.” My voice was steadier than I would have thought.The door opened, and a guard walked through. He was a tall man, with an expressionless face. “Alpha wants you,” he said, in an emotionless tone of voice.I nodded quickly, swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat. “Alright,” I replied softly as I stood up.The guard didn’t say anything else he just gave me a short nod and left the room, leaving the door slightly open. Taking a deep breath I ran my hands down my dress trying to flatten it before I started walking out. My feet felt heavy with every step I took going towards the throne roo
Authors povKing Greg leaned against the arm of his golden throne, a small amused smile adorning his lips. The room was dimly lit with nothing but the fire of torches to reflect off the stone walls. He tapped his long fingers against the cold metal, reevaluating his earlier encounter with Lyra. A wolf had just turned him down; a wolf who would have had favours but she had chosen to be amongst her people. She would soon regret it.After a few moments, he heard the creaking sounds of a heavy door and saw it open before one of the guards stepped into his sight bowing quickly before speaking up, “My King if you don’t mind me asking, why did you allow her to leave so easily? She declined your proposal. Most would think for sure you’d punish her or force it.”Greg’s smile became a smirk as he leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees. “And why would you assume that I let her go so easily, Erwin?” The King spoke, and though his words should have been easy enough to understand, there was
Lyra’s povThat night, I didn’t sleep. The cries of the pack haunted me. I wasn’t there in the fields but I could feel it through their steps and hear it through their groans. The guilt was too much to bear. Was it my fault? Was all this suffering because I defied the Lycan king?I paced in my room, my hands were trembling. I needed to do something. I couldn’t let this happen any longer. After a deep breath, a decision was made.The thought of seeing King Greg sent a fear that I had never experienced before through every pore in my body. Being in the same room with the man was enough to make my legs give out from under me, but he also ruled his kingdom with an iron fist and wasn’t to be crossed unthinkingly. But I had no other choice, so clutching a shawl around myself for some semblance of protection, I found my feet leading me toward him.The guards at his door didn’t try to stop me; they simply separated as I approached, but not before I caught the gleam that seemed to resonate bet
Lyra’s povFor a long time, we stayed there in silence. The sheer gravity of my decision was overwhelming and causing me to second-guess myself. When Helga finally broke the embrace, her hands still rested on my shoulders.“You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known, Lyra,” she emphasized. “And no matter what comes your way… you will survive it.”Her words gave me some semblance of comfort—but they didn’t come close to casting off the feeling of complete terror that lined my insides. That filled my pores with fear.Was I being naïve?I didn’t know… I just didn’t know what would greet me on the other side of this thing called change. But for them… I had to be strong.She hugged me before leaving me alone and I was left with nothing but my confidence.In the final hours of the night, I stood by the window gazing at a pale moon. I was leaving home – to say goodbye… forever.***Author’s povHelga walked down the dark hallway, her mind laden with the feelings she had just felt in Lyra’s
Author’s povThe forest was silent, except for the sound of leaves blowing in the wind. Inside his pit-like cave, Alpha Derrick huddled deep beneath the soil and rock. Darkness surrounded him, mirroring the darkness in his soul. His pack—his people—had been stolen by King Greg; now he had nothing left but pride and vengeance.Before him, was a makeshift fire which caught his glowing eye. He was roasting a large pig he had caught in the forest. He was going to have a feast tonight and he was excited at how he was living: a bit rugged but he felt okay. Footfalls vibrated through the loose dirt before him as he heard low rumbles and whispers outside the cave.Someone… or something… was wandering toward his home.He was going to defend his abode with all his power and it would cost them their life. He was too angry to even act. They had stolen his first home, and anyone close to his second one was looking for trouble.Derrick stood; hand moving to the knife at his side. When he stepped ou
Lyra’s povThe first light of dawn seeped through the cracked blinds on my window. I felt something heavy on my chest and wondered why I was feeling this way. I blinked and immediately remembered why a leaden weight had taken up residence in my chest. Today was the day I would abandon my pack, something that hadn’t been done before, and head off to parts unknown with Lycan King Greg as part of some bargain for the safety of those I loved.I shivered at the sickness curling in my belly at the thought of going with him and pushed aside the not-so-obvious truth that claimed it was because Greg’s freedom had only been one part of that bargain.Sitting up, I stretched before hearing a quiet knock at my door. Grief swamped me.Greg already?“Come in,” I muttered, knowing who it would be, but I was relieved when the door opened and Helga stepped in.“Good morning," she said in a voice both cheerful and real.I mustered a half-smile, my body still unaware of itself. “Morning, Helga. What’s th
Author’s povAnna stood at the centre of the pack grounds, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched King Greg and his Lycans vanish. The entire pack had congregated to see them off, and now a heavy silence blanketed the area. No one had expected this. Most assumed the Lycans would stay forever and govern over them. But no sooner had they taken control than they’d abruptly departed–leaving an even bigger problem in their wake to solve.Anna’s thoughts were racing at lightning speed. Alpha Derrick was gone; he’d disappeared after King Greg’s takeover–whether dead or still hiding somewhere most couldn’t be sure yet, but missing all the same–and until someone did step up, their leadership crisis wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. In Anna’s mind, there was no one else for the job.She smiled as she stepped forward, coughing and drawing everyone’s eyes. The elders gathered not too far off, their gazes sharp with disapproval as she started to speak.“I will assume command of
Authors povThey moved to stand, gathering the sparse choice of weapons they maintained—daggers and shortswords, a few spears among them—and several of them transformed into their wolf form, eyes shining above the light of the fire as they prepared for whatever lay ahead.Derrick turned to the mouth of the cave, peering out into the black expanse of trees. He felt his heart begin to thud within his chest. Tonight, he would reclaim it for himself.And he would prove to anyone who didn’t support his fight against the lycans and make them all sorry.***It was a quiet night other than the sound of leaves rustling as Derrick and his rogues made their way through the darkness. The pack was in sight, torches barely lighting up the walls. They were unguarded as he figured. The pack was too at ease, too confident that no one would try them and this made the alpha narrow his eyes. Something was wrong.Derrick crouched low, his men close around him, Garret to his right; they swept their eyes ov
Lyra’s povShe smiled at me, and it was a smile I knew. “Good morning, Lyra,” she said. “I made you breakfast.”I stared at her, unable to understand what I was seeing. How could she be here?Then, I saw the bandage around her arm, the blood staining it a dark red. My stomach clenched with sudden recollection—the cave, the stranger, my fight for freedom. Yes, I had fought with her last night.“Your arm…” I whispered, guilt washing over me.Helga glanced at her arm and shook her head. “Don’t worry about that. You cut me pretty good, but it wasn’t your fault- you had no idea.”I swallowed hard, trying to speak. “I… I thought you were someone else.”She laughed quietly. “I thought as much.”I looked down at my hands, my fingers shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was supposed to be alone, supposed to run from everything and everyone I knew. But there stood Helga.“How did you find me?” I managed to croak out the words without raising my voice much higher than a whisper.She sighed, p
Lyra’s povI didn’t doubt for a second that if he saw them to be a threat, he would just wipe them out. Literally. Greg would do his best to try and protect me, but what if it wasn’t enough?I couldn’t take that risk.I took a deep breath. I had to move fast.The next couple of days, I kept acting normal.I smiled when I had to. I went to the meals. I let Greg kiss my forehead and hold my hand in public.But every minute, I was plotting.I started taking small things from my chambers—nothing too noticeable.A dagger, Jerked meat, A flask of water, A cloak. And I was hiding them somewhere in the forest from time to time.If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything As I was the queen and could do whatever I wanted.Helga the maid gave me a scolding look one morning as I slipped a small loaf of bread into my dress.“Are you sneaking food, Luna?” she said with an unhappy face.I laughed a little too hard. "Since I’m pregnant, I’m getting more hungry these days.”She scoffed. “You are the
Lyra’s povThat night, I couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times I tried to do so, I couldn’t. I kept on seeing my mother's face. I was haunted by it.The warm smile.Those golden eyes were so like my own when I looked in the mirror.And then, I saw blood.I saw her falling.I saw the Lycans killing her.I woke up gasping, my stomach aching so badly I thought I might be sick.My unborn children.I had to keep them safe.But how could I possibly do that when I was living among the very people who had murdered my mother?I still needed answers.And I needed them now.The next morning, I started asking questions. Harmless questions.The first person inside to go to was Greg’s uncle, he was old enough to know the history of the wars the pack must have gone through.“Uncle Sanchez,” I said, addressing him in as casual a voice as I could manage.He turned to me, giving me a small smile. “Lyra,” he started, his eyes inquisitive. “What brings you to the field?”I smiled and looked around th
Lyra’s povSanchez gave me a long, hard look. “And what about the rest of the pack? Are you going to hide this from them?”“Anyone knows about this and I’m done. I’m dead. So are the twins.”“This is harder than I thought,“ he sighed. “You’re walking on dangerous ground, Lyra.”I knew it already.I had known it right from the beginning, but it wasn’t like I had any other choice.“Please… don’t say anything. Please.”“I’ll always try to look out for you and Greg. You’re family now. But you shouldn’t be scared of me. “The Lycan pack,” I whispered.Sanchez nodded. “If they even suspect something, they’ll act before Greg can stop them.”I wasn’t going to let that happen he came closer to me and I flinched. He then did the most surprising thing I hadn’t expected from him.He placed a hand on my shoulder.“Congratulations,” he said quietly.I cleaned the tears that were rushing down my eyes. “Thank you.”Sanchez nodded, then started to walk away.But before he left through the door, he tur
Lyra’s povI hadn’t slept with Greg; that much was obvious. But I had slept with one person. Just one person ever in my life before and that had been two months ago—a stranger in the forest who wanted nothing but a night by me.Not wanting to remember that day didn’t make it any better—and it sure as hell made me never want to revisit the horrible experience by speaking about it out loud.That experience had made Derrick hate me and now Greg was here.So, I said nothing, giving him a weak smile as I looked up at him. He studied me for a second, then turned and strode away, his jaw locked tight.At that moment, his phone rang as he looked at it. “I… I’ve got to take this,” he muttered under his breath.He exited the room, and it was just Helga again and the healer with me. Releasing my breath in a rush that mirrored how my thoughts were rushing around inside of my head right now, I knew that Greg was angry.And he had every right to be.“Lyra, are you okay? You look pale.” Helga touche
Lyra’s povI walked through the pack territory with Helga by my side, the sun shining down on me and the sounds of nature filling my ears. The pack members were all going about their business, a few stopped to give me a wave of recognition or even stop to congratulate me-it had been nearly a full day since Greg announced our bonding ceremony- but as always there were those who loved nothing more than to throw insults at me.“Wolffless-wolf.” A snide voice sneered as I passed by them. “What’s she doing here? This isn’t her place.”I held back my anger from doing anything stupid. It was no use. They were within their rights to insult me. It was because of me the wedding had happened anyway.I smiled and took it in.Helga noticed and she tried to be a voice of reason to me as I nodded and took it in.“Lyra don’t listen to them,” She spoke calmly but firmly. “Even I am a wolf that can transform and I still get insulted for it. Ignore them. People like to cause trouble.”She wasn’t wrong.
Lyra’s povGreg stood by the massive windows, arms crossed, his expression impossible to read as I entered the room.Much to my dismay, I still remembered the way his voice could send shivers down my spine. But I was stronger now. Hesitant or not, shy or not, intimidated by him always or not - either way, it was over. And that had to be enough of a comfort at least.I needed to tell him what I thought of his ridiculous plan. It needed to be done.I wasn’t going to stand for it and watch him push away his entire kingdom which he should be taking care of. As much as I would enjoy him doing that, I didn’t like the idea of him pushing aside people who cared for him and wanting his approval on everything.Maybe as his future queen, I could try to convince him of what to do and make sure he listened to me.When he laid eyes on me, they seemed to soften as he whispered almost too softly "You look beautiful." I did not let myself get distracted."Greg, we need to talk."His jaw clenched sli
Lyra’s povI was about to reply when another voice broke through the tension in the atmosphere.“Sanchez.” I turned to see Greg’s uncle step forward and it was like a fog had lifted. The man was huge, seriously tall and seriously broad with a presence of dominance that made even the most arrogant Alpha take a step back.“Insulting the Luna? Do you know how dangerous that is?” Sanchez’s eyes had grown even darker.Julius sneered but did not step backwards. “Just talking.”“Talking, is it? Because from where I stand, it sounds more like disrespect.”Victor scoffed. “You can’t expect us to bow to a weakling. She’s not fit to rule.”Sanchez let out a low humorless chuckle. “I take it then you’re prepared to have your ties to the Lycan King broken?” Julius stiffened. “What?”Sanchez’s smirk turned deadly. “If you don’t claim Lyra as your Luna, then you don’t claim Greg as your King. And if you don’t claim your King, then you sure as hell do not deserve his protection or his fucking favour
Greg’s pov"Lyra is not just a regular wolf," I told them, not missing a second. "She's my mate. My choice. And you have no right to talk about her like that."“Greg,” one of them frowned. “You are not seeing the bigger picture, you have to understand—”“What I understand,” I cut him off, “is that you are questioning my decision as King.”The tension in the room changed. I could feel myself getting angrier.Victor coughed. “No one is suggesting that we don’t value you, Greg. But—”“There is no ‘but’,” I interrupted. “Lyra’s mine and she’s special. I don’t care whether you accept her or not, but you will treat her with respect.”They looked at one another uneasily.Before I could respond, I spotted my uncle, Sanchez, by the ballroom entrance. He motioned me to come over. Something seemed wrong in his face.I threw the Alphas a final warning glance and left them there.***“This isn’t working,” Sanchez said the minute I got to him and we hit a more deserted hallway. I sighed. “I know.”