All Chapters of Lyra’s Legacy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

First it was the sound of chaos. Noise. A chaos which Lyra was able to make out to be dancing, singing and sounds of drums from a distance.“What's going on?” Lyra asked with worry filled eyes.“Miss Lyra,” her chauffeur, the man driving her said. “The pack members are in high spirit because of your return”She looked out the window. She was seated in a white Lamborghini while her chauffeur drove.The scenery of the pack looked the same even though lots of things had changed. It was still a dense subtropical region. Bushes, trees and plants surrounding them with an open path filled with dried leaves where Lyra and the chauffeur drove on.Unlike humans, werewolves loved to live in dense forests. After all, they were still part animals. As he drove, she noticed the scenery getting less dense. It was like they were getting to the city. She could see houses surrounded with minimal trees. Tarred roads. It seemed like she was entering the Crescent Pack, the one she had just left.“Woah...”

“J?”“Lyra?” the man muttered too, shock written on his face.Both stared at each other for quite a while enjoying the intoxicating scents of each other while being lost in each others eyes.The chemistry, arousal and sexual tension was thick in the air.One could even taste it.Lyra’s Dad knew better than to let them continue their ogling.“Hm-hm” he cleared his throat. “You know each other?”“Yes” Lyra said breaking the stare. I met him back at the New York. The Crescent Pack.“You did?” her Dad said as he stepped forward in between them staring hardly at Jasper.“You were not supposed to see her or meet her until today. You know the rules” her Dad gritted, annoyance seeping through his words.“Davies” Jasper started as he stepped forward hoping the act would calm Lyra’s Dad. “I had no idea who she was when we met”“Dad, what do you mean rules?” Lyra said ignoring their dialogue.“Both Alphas are not meant to see you nor have any thing to do with you until you return.”“Why?”“Becaus

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.The thoughts of her filled him with warmth, which helped to banish some of his anger. But that didn't help much when there was a knock on the door. He walked to the door and found a member of his pack lying at the foot of the door. He opened the door widely and sighed. "Don't get up.""I should have died," she said, her voice weak. She tried to sit up but couldn't manage more than a few inches.Jasper didn't answer; he just watched her.She coughed. "You need to tell me what happened." He said. She shook her head. "Not yet." He stood for some time and then wal