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 pov The drive to the Alpha’s pack lands was taking forever. I sat quietly as my mind flooded with all the possibilities of what might be in store for us when we got there. Each gallop in the road made me even more nervous, more afraid of the unknown future that lay before me. Helga sat beside me, her face blank, but I could sense she wasn’t any more excited about this than I was. She had agreed to come with me but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing or she wouldn’t resent me for this later. The carriage came to a sudden halt, pulling me out of my thoughts. I peered out the window and found us before the packhouse. It was a large structure much bigger than I had anticipated it to be. Voices were filtering through and the sounds of a pack going about their day in preparation for opening for that day. My heart skipped a beat; was I ready? The door swung open and the Alpha stood aside, taking his time in stretching his limbs. When he cast a gaze at me, I could read
Author’s povLycan King Greg made his way down the long corridor of his castle, boots sounding against the stone. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since he’d returned. He had spent weeks travelling all across the land, announcing himself and more importantly, getting stronger. It was a long hard journey, but it would be worth it in the end. Now he was back home to where his real power source emanated from and he wanted to feel it running through him again.The double doors leading into the throne room swung open for him as Greg approached and entered without hesitation.Tom, his Beta was already there waiting for him.Tom stood tall with respect. His broad shoulders were hunched forward under black slicked hair with sharp high cheekbones features.“Your Majesty, welcome back,” Tom said with a smile that reached his eyes as he held out his hand to shake Greg’s.Greg smiled at him and took the offered hand in a firm grip. “It’s good to be home,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I
Lyra’s povI faced the Alpha, angered and confused. I had been holding it together, but everything—the Lycans, the comments, me being a pet—was wearing on me. I couldn’t delude myself into thinking this was home; I was an outcast here—a freak.“So,” I asked, my voice calm as still water over jagged rocks. “Am I interesting?”The Alpha, who had been silent for a moment, glanced at me with his brow raised, as if he was going to reply. I then cut in again with, “As a pet?” as he let out a long breath that spoke of frustration. I was asking too much—probably even crossing the line. But I didn’t care. If we were all going to be living in this pack, then I needed to know exactly where I fit in… and who better to ask than the most powerful wolf in it?“You’re not a pet.” He replied, in a tone so neutral it got me mad. “But that doesn’t mean you aren’t a part of something much bigger now.”I arched an eyebrow at him as I wrapped my arms around my middle. Somehow I wasn’t reassured by his word
Lyra’s povI was pacing the halls, getting a feel for the place while they finished up my room. There were so many people around! So many Lycans of all shapes and sizes. I could hear their hushed whispers as they talked about me. I smiled and nodded at a few but the looks they gave me in return made it clear that making friends won't be happening any time soon. I felt their gazes burning into my back as I walked by and couldn't help but catch pieces of what they were saying.“Who does she think she is?” one muttered."She's just a wolf, she doesn't belong here." another voice said harshly. "She's nothing. Even a baby Lycan could tear her apart." someone else sneered.I gritted my teeth, keeping my head straight ahead. I wouldn’t let their insults get to me. It stung like hell, but they couldn’t see that it did. I had to be strong here. The Lycan King brought me here, and I wouldn’t allow anyone to treat me as if I were beneath them. I still had some pride left in me whether they chos
Author’s povLycan King Greg made his way down the long corridor of his castle, boots sounding against the stone. He hadn’t stopped thinking about it since he’d returned. He had spent weeks travelling all across the land, announcing himself and more importantly, getting stronger. It was a long hard journey, but it would be worth it in the end. Now he was back home to where his real power source emanated from and he wanted to feel it running through him again.The double doors leading into the throne room swung open for him as Greg approached and entered without hesitation.Tom, his Beta was already there waiting for him.Tom stood tall with respect. His broad shoulders were hunched forward under black slicked hair with sharp high cheekbones features.“Your Majesty, welcome back,” Tom said with a smile that reached his eyes as he held out his hand to shake Greg’s.Greg smiled at him and took the offered hand in a firm grip. “It’s good to be home,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I
Lyra’s pov The drive to the Alpha’s pack lands was taking forever. I sat quietly as my mind flooded with all the possibilities of what might be in store for us when we got there. Each gallop in the road made me even more nervous, more afraid of the unknown future that lay before me. Helga sat beside me, her face blank, but I could sense she wasn’t any more excited about this than I was. She had agreed to come with me but that didn’t necessarily mean it was a good thing or she wouldn’t resent me for this later. The carriage came to a sudden halt, pulling me out of my thoughts. I peered out the window and found us before the packhouse. It was a large structure much bigger than I had anticipated it to be. Voices were filtering through and the sounds of a pack going about their day in preparation for opening for that day. My heart skipped a beat; was I ready? The door swung open and the Alpha stood aside, taking his time in stretching his limbs. When he cast a gaze at me, I could read
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
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
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 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 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