{Lyra}I sat in the passenger seat of Dahlia’s car, fiddling with the zipper on my jacket out of nervousness more than anything. The silence in the car was so thick, you could slice it with a knife.Outside the window, all I could see were buildings, abandoned vehicles, and flickering streetlights. I peeked sideways at Dahlia, who gripped the wheel so tightly, her knuckles were white, with her face looking straight ahead. She hadn’t said a word in five full minutes.“Can I ask you something?” I said lightly, trying to pierce the silence.Her lips twitched. “Sure. I don’t see why not.”I swallowed and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. “Who are you? Like, really. When I asked Dominic of my brother, he said he was safe in the hands of someone who he trusted, and knowing Dominic, he doesn’t trust easy.”Her grip loosened on the steering wheel just a little, and she chuckled slightly. “No he doesn’t,” then she added in a quieter voice. “I’m Dahlia Vale. Ava’s sister.”I blinked. “Ava?”
{Dominic}“Varen.” My brows furrowed as I muttered his name.How the hell had I forgotten about him?Between Odessa being possessed and Lyra disappearing off the face of the earth, then suddenly reappearing, my head had been buried in fires I could barely contain.I gritted my teeth and exhaled. “What's the status report?”Ryker took a deep breath, almost like he was pulling himself together. “Varen was spotted near the railway depot at the south side of Crownshaven with a few rogues. No corrupted creatures yet, but I wouldn't take that as a blessing. It could be recon, or it could be bait.”“Or both,” I muttered, jaw tightening.“Exactly.” Ryker nodded grimly. “This is Varen we’re talking about. I’d bet my last beer he’s trying to lure us out. And with everything else going on—”“We can’t afford to take chances.” I exhaled hard. Dahlia stepped forward, “I’ll go with Lyra to find the witch,” she said. “You and Ryker handle Varen.”The logic was sound, but my gut twisted immediately.
{Dominic}I was barely upright, still tasting dirt and blood, when a thunderous sound split the air. My ears rang, and I instinctively turned toward the sound just in time to see the sealed garden door fly off its hinges and crash into a blackened tree with a deafening crack.A breeze kicked up, rustling what was left of the garden, but my attention was glued to her.Lyra stood where the door had once been, her palm still glowing faintly, the spell fading off her skin like smoke in sunlight. I stared at her, awestruck. My chest rose and fell with uneven breath as realization sunk its claws into me. She wasn’t just strong, she was frighteningly strong. The kind of strong that made you get why a centuries-dead witch would want to get her hands on that power.I swallowed hard, suddenly understanding why Alissa had been obsessed with Lyra from the start. With Lyra at her side, they wouldn’t just be unstoppable, they’d be untouchable.Lyra turned around like she'd just opened a regular d
{Lyra}I held my breath as the shadow moved through the withered garden, its steps uneven, rustling what little was left of the dried hedges. My fingers tightened instinctively around the strap of my backpack as I shifted my weight forward, bracing myself while already pulling the ring’s magic into my veins. If it was a threat, I’d scorch it with everything I had.But the figure that emerged from the shadows wasn’t a spirit or a monster. It was Dominic.His clothes were ripped in places, coated with dry blood and dirt. One arm was dragging behind him like it barely worked, and his left eye was swollen shut. But it was him… my Alpha. And also the last person I expected to see crumbling out of the dark like a dead man.He looked at me, disbelief washing over his face. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something important, but all he managed was a hoarse whisper “…Lyra?”Then he collapsed.“Dominic!” I dropped the box and ran to him.He was burning up, and his breathing came in sha
{Lyra}The moment I read Isaac’s message, my heart stuttered. All reason and logic flew straight out the window. I slammed the laptop shut so hard it bounced, then I scrambled to my feet, nearly tripping over the rug on my way to the bedroom. Ten minutes later, I had stuffed a backpack with the essentials and was getting into my car. Before I went rushing back to Crownshaven, there were some things I needed sorted out first, and one of those things required me making a stop.My car drove through the iron gates of Victor Graves' manor, and I took a deep breath to calm myself as I parked the car right at the front door. I never once thought that I would ever come back here, but I guess fate had other plans.The whole house looked exactly the same. Cold, grand, and gray. I marched up the steps and knocked, loud and hard.For a second, nothing happened, then the door suddenly creaked open, and there he was. Victor.His eyes widened like he’d seen a ghost. “Lyra…?” he whispered in a rough
{Dominic}My eyes snapped open to a blurry sky, and immediately, the sharp tang of magic stung my nose. Everything hurt, and I felt like I’d been in a head-on collision with a freight train. I groaned and blinked rapidly, trying to focus.“Dominic. Dominic, hey—” I heard Dahlia’s voice, even though it sounded fuzzy.She crouched beside me, hands pressing against my chest to check if I was still breathing.“Great,” I rasped, still trying to figure out what was going on. “Get up!” Dahlia yelled.I rolled to my side and slowly started getting up when I saw another person in the garden. Isaac stood as stiff as a statue, his face was pale, and his eyes were wide in both fear and shock.But he wasn’t looking at me. I followed his line of sight and my eyes fell on Odessa.Only, she wasn’t on the ground anymore…. she was floating.Her body hung mid-air like a puppet suspended by threads of light, her hair waving as if underwater. And the energy pouring off her made it even hard to breathe.“