After Lyra's mother disappeared when she was a baby, she became the unwanted of the pack. When her wolf didn't emerge during the full moon of her 18th birthday, her dreams were torn from her. What hope did she have for a better future? It's only when she meets Alpha Veyron that she begins to understand fate had so much more in store for her.
View MoreLyraThe ground fractured. Dark clouds spiraled in a vicious storm. Buildings cracked and crumbled beneath the force of the wind, stones tumbling into the abyss. The scent of smoke and ash smothered everything except the howls of the wind. The world was splintering.Through the chaos, she saw a man. A tall pillar of strength amidst the collapse. His arms raised, body straining. He held the line between destruction and salvation. Their eyes met. Quiet desperation marked his features, restraining something far darker than the storm. A tense understanding neither fully grasped passed between them.Lyra’s heart beat a fierce staccato. Darkness grew, engulfing the realm, and sweeping away her father, stepsister, and stepmother. Silence swallowed Lyra’s screams.The storm’s center drew her forward. Despite the blinding glow, she couldn't look away. In the chaos’s nexus, a woman stood, obscured by the brilliance that radiated from her. But her power was undeniable. The Moon Goddess…As the
LyraAs Lyra rushed through the village, smoke’s acrid bite stung her nostrils. Homes smoldered. Everything was in ruins.She scrambled through collapsing buildings looking for signs of life. But the streets were vacant, eerie silence weaving through the heat. Then, a faint cry near the old well drew her attention. Aunt Maris lay on the ground. Blood stained her clothes. When she heard Lyra approach, her eyes fluttered open. Maris smiled weakly as she kneeled beside her.The cold, damp ground sent a shiver through her, the metallic scent of blood making her stomach twist. Warmth faded from Maris’s hand as Lyra gripped it in her own.“Aunt Maris!” She blurted, trying to stop the bleeding pooling beneath her.Maris’s chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths. Lips tinged blue. “Lyra…” Maris gasped, her dull gaze filled with love.Lyra’s heart throbbed in anguish. “Don’t talk. Save your strength,” she pleaded. Maris’s fingers twitched in Lyra’s grasp. “They took them…” she sputte
LyraWhen the last of the wolves had disappeared into the woods, Lyra staggered to her room. Wrapping her arms around herself, she cried wracked with sorrow until dawn broke. It was clear, the wolf would never come. Eventually, she fell asleep.Under the rising sun’s orange glow, the pack returned from the hunt in spurts.Lyra’s bedroom door creaked open. Seraphina stepped into the room. Lyra groggily pushed herself up on weak arms. When Seraphina saw she had not shifted, a cruel smile spread across her face and she dashed out of the room. Panic surged through Lyra. She had to stop her sister. Couldn’t let their mother find out.‘"Seraphina!" Lyra's voice cracked as she raced after her. "Don't tell her," she pleaded.Seraphina stuck her tongue out as Lyra reached for her arm. But before she could grab her, Seraphina burst away. Lyra stumbled.Just as Seraphina stepped outside, she turned and shouted, "Lyra never changed!" She threw herself into Selene’s waiting arms, standing in th
LyraAs the moon climbed higher, the villagers grew more restless. Lyra sat in a dark corner, afraid to be seen.Would her wolf change things? Would they accept her? Or would she be left behind, standing alone as others forged bonds?Lyra watched Seraphina loop her arm into Theron’s, tilting her head and batting her eyelashes. Theron smiled charmingly, their faces inches apart. Was this what their marriage would look like? Nothing but a ghost at Theron’s side?“You look lost in thought, Lyra,” Aunt Kyline broke through her reverie, soft and low.Kyline and Maris were twin sisters, her aunts on her mother’s side. They were always kind to her, although their truths were not always gentle. “I’m just…” Lyra trailed off. “We’re supposed to be mated, Aunt Kyline. But.. I don’t feel connected.”Fated mates, destined to be together, were supposed to form an unbreakable, deep bond, often from the moment they met. Kyline’s expression softened for a moment. “The Moon Goddess doesn’t make mista
LyraAt the front of the square, Lyra watched her father, Alpha Aldric, as he spoke to his advisors. They were preparing the run that would happen after her first shift. Everyone would head into the woods as their primal instincts flowed through their veins, free as only a wild wolf could be.When their eyes met, Alpha Aldric’s expression was distant, as if she were just another face in the crowd.“Father… I need to talk to you.” She called.“Not right now, Lyra…” He turned away as someone offered him a paper that he reviewed as he continued speaking. “Your wolf... will be here soon. I know... you must be eager for that moment.”The words rushed out. “But Father—Seraphina said—”He cut her off without a glance. "Don’t let your sister bother you. She’s just teasing. And I’ve got enough to worry about. Besides, your mother said it’s lighthearted."She hated how small and invisible she felt. But what could she do? She reached out, just shy of touching his shoulder, trembling. Even the c
LyraThe pack gathered in the streets, stars blinking into the dark indigo sky. It was the night of her 18th birthday and the village was alive with festivity. But no one celebrated her birth. They only looked forward to her wolf awakening. Their pack was small, just short of 50 people. Every wolf brought increased prosperity. Every marriage promised children. And with her marriage to the Beta, Theron, she would no longer be an outsider.Sitting on the fountain on the outskirts, Lyra dragged her fingers through the cold water and watched the ripples spread. Laughter and music buzzed around her like a distant dream.As the moon rose, the town cheered. But not for the girl with the ebony mane tangled around her face, dirt on her cheeks, and eyes too full of loneliness to be seen. Her unfocused gaze drifted through the crowd, where Theron’s family partied the hardest. “Just my luck,” she muttered, splashing water droplets with a smack. “The full moon would rise on my 18th birthday.” F
ElysiaEvery witch, no matter their origin, carries the marks of their craft; glowing eyes, hair flowing like a waterfall, and porcelain skin. Deep in Mount Everstrike’s belly, the Matriarchs of all Covenkind circled the cavern’s hollow. The pure power that flowed through them intensified these witches’ magical features. Their eyes lit the darkness, dispelling the need for torches.A single woman stood in the center. Her ebony hair hung around her heart shaped face, obscuring her ocean blue eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she stared at the ground. Elysia stood on trial and she knew there was only one way it could end.Sabel waved her hand dismissively. "Seriously?" she scoffed. "You expect me to see our beloved sister—" Pointing at Elysia, her voice rose in disbelief. "—as a villain?" Indistinct voices murmured among the women as they scrutinized her with a variety of expressions ranging from pity to accusation. Elysia fought the urge to call out to them for compassion. She could beg
ElysiaEvery witch, no matter their origin, carries the marks of their craft; glowing eyes, hair flowing like a waterfall, and porcelain skin. Deep in Mount Everstrike’s belly, the Matriarchs of all Covenkind circled the cavern’s hollow. The pure power that flowed through them intensified these witches’ magical features. Their eyes lit the darkness, dispelling the need for torches.A single woman stood in the center. Her ebony hair hung around her heart shaped face, obscuring her ocean blue eyes. Her shoulders slumped as she stared at the ground. Elysia stood on trial and she knew there was only one way it could end.Sabel waved her hand dismissively. "Seriously?" she scoffed. "You expect me to see our beloved sister—" Pointing at Elysia, her voice rose in disbelief. "—as a villain?" Indistinct voices murmured among the women as they scrutinized her with a variety of expressions ranging from pity to accusation. Elysia fought the urge to call out to them for compassion. She could beg ...
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