All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The journey back to the castle was somber yet filled with a palpable sense of urgency. Alpha Killian’s condition was critical, his body frail from the torments he had endured in the Shadow Order’s stronghold. The group moved as quickly as they could without risking further harm to him, their faces etched with worry.Lyra rode beside the litter carrying her father, her heart heavy with emotions she couldn’t quite name. She had never met him before - not truly. Alpha Killian had been lost long before her birth and all she had of him were stories her second mother used to tell. Stories of a proud, strong man who had ruled his pack with wisdom and ferocity, a figure larger than life who had vanished before she could ever know him.Now, as she looked at him, frail and broken from his time in captivity, her chest tightened. Was this what remained of the man she had imagined so many times? She searched his features, trying to see glimpses of the father he might have been - the protector, the

The procession set out at dawn, the golden rays of the sun piercing through the lingering fog. The atmosphere was tense, every member of the convoy aware of the urgency of their mission. Banners bearing the royal insignia fluttered in the breeze, and the rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed through the forest trails leading south.Lyra rode beside Kane at the head of the procession, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. She wore lightweight armor fitted for agility, but still regal enough to signify her role as the Lycan Princess. Her cloak, a rich crimson, billowed behind her as her horse trotted steadily forward. Kane, in his black and silver battle gear, looked every inch the formidable warrior prince, his piercing gaze scanning the terrain for potential threats.Around them rode an elite cadre of warriors - wolves and Lycans alike - forming a protective barrier. Further behind were supply wagons, healers, and scouts, their presence a grim reminder that this journey was no simple patrol

The battlefield was quiet now, save for the groans of the wounded and the rustle of leaves as the wind carried away the remnants of smoke. Lyra stood beside Kane, her heart still pounding from the fight. The massive beast they had slain lay lifeless nearby, its dark fur glistening with blood under the moonlight. The sight was both a victory and a grim reminder of the challenges ahead.Kane wiped his blade clean, his eyes scanning the perimeter for any lingering threats. “We can’t stay here,” he said, his voice heavy with authority. “If they regroup, we’ll be outnumbered again.”Lyra nodded, her fingers brushing against the glowing stone at her neck. The artifact had been strangely quiet after the beast fell, its light dimming as if sated for the moment. But she could still feel its power humming faintly against her skin, a constant reminder of its presence.“We need to tend to the wounded and move to higher ground,” she said, stepping closer to Kane. “But first, we should examine this

The next morning, the mist seemed to thin slightly, revealing jagged peaks looming in the distance. The sight of the Shadow Order’s fortress sent a chill through the group - a dark, menacing structure carved into the mountainside, its spires reaching for the sky like claws.Lyra tightened her grip on the reins of her horse, her gaze fixed on their destination. She could feel the stone at her neck pulsing with a strange, almost anticipatory energy.“We’re here,” Kane said, his voice steady but taut.Valeria dismounted first, her sharp eyes scanning the fortress. “The magic here is dense,” she said. “They’ve fortified it with layers of wards. It won’t be easy to get through unnoticed.”Kane nodded. “Then we make our presence known. We can’t afford to waste time sneaking around.”The warriors behind him murmured in agreement, their weapons already drawn.The group huddled together to strategize, using a large boulder as cover. Valeria drew a crude map in the dirt, indicating possible ent

The tension in the chamber was suffocating. Shadows writhed along the walls like living creatures, drawn to the pedestal where the Shadow Stone pulsed with malevolent energy. The shadow figure stood before it, his translucent form barely holding its shape, his eyes glowing like burning embers.Lyra gripped the stone on her neck tightly, her heart racing. She could feel its response to the dark power emanating from the Shadow Stone, a resonant hum that reverberated through her body. The connection was both empowering and terrifying.“You think you can destroy what has endured for centuries?” the shadow figure hissed, his voice resonant with malice. “The Shadow Stone is eternal. It will consume you, just as it did the others.”Kane stepped forward, his sword gleaming in the dim light. “Not this time,” he growled. “She’s not alone.”The shadow figure’s lips twisted into a mocking grin as his gaze shifted to Lyra. “Ah, the new mate. How fragile she looks. Do you know what happens to those