LILAWhen I woke up, the first thing I felt was cold.It was not the sharp bite of winter wind or the chill of stone floors but a cold that came from the inside. A hollowness that wrapped around my ribs like frostbite, slow and aching. I was back in my room. My body throbbed in time with my heartbeat, a dull percussion of agony radiating from my ribs, shoulders, and back.I tried to move and that was a mistake.A sharp cry slipped past my lips as pain ripped down my side, like something inside had torn loose. The bed dipped, and someone pressed a cool hand to my forehead."Don’t move, Luna," a voice said softly.A healer. Her tone was gentle, but there was pity in it too. That stung more than the broken bones."You fractured three ribs, dislocated your shoulder, and reopened the stitches on your side from the cliff fall. You need to rest. Please."I blinked, trying to force the room into focus. Shadows moved
LILAThe dream had refused to let me go. Even after I opened my eyes and watched the pale morning light creep across the walls, it clung to my skin like cold mist. Lyric's voice echoing, her cowries gleaming like teeth on the forest floor. "Come and find me, twin." The words had burrowed into my chest like thorns, each one twisting as if to stir something deeper than memory. Gavin slept beside me, curled in a protective knot, one small hand gripping the hem of my tunic. I didn’t move for a long time. I simply stared at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the Pack house, and counted the breaths it took for my courage to come back.Then I rose, dressed, and walked straight to the war room.Tyler was already there. He didn’t look up when I entered, didn’t acknowledge me beyond a faint lift of his shoulders. The fire in the hearth crackled quietly, casting dancing shadows across the walls. I stood in the doorway for a moment.“I got a letter,” I said, finally. My voice sounded too loud i
LILAThere was no name signed at the bottom of the letter but it didn’t need one.My fingers clenched the parchment until it crinkled like dry leaves. My mouth was dry, my heart thudding against the bars of my ribs like a prisoner begging to be heard.Lyric.Her name hovered on the edge of my mind, and even without memory, I knew she was mine. My sister, my mirror, my betrayer and somehow… still my blood.All I could think was: One of you pushed me. One of you left me to die. One of you has a child out there with my sister and if I don’t figure this out soon, Gavin, like that child, will be hunted.The scroll trembled in my hands, the parchment softer than it looked, stained faintly with dirt at the edges like it had travelled through more than air to reach me. The handwriting looked like it was from someone I was supposed to know. Someone whose voice should’ve lived inside my bones, whose memory should
LILAI didn’t sleep that night.I lay beneath the heavy quilt in the room I was told was once ours, staring up at the ceiling beams, counting shadows. My bones still ached from the fall. My memory was a field littered with broken stone but the pain in my chest wasn’t from anything physical.I kept hearing Tyler’s voice over and over: “She doesn’t even remember what she did.”And Dominic’s: “She doesn’t remember her sin. Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t.”I didn’t know what I’d done. But it was bad enough to change the way Tyler looked at me, bad enough to make him treat me like a stranger, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to ask.When I found him in the training yard the next morning, he was already shirtless, sweat slicking across his chest as he delivered a brutal series of punches to the reinforced bag hanging from the sparring post. Warriors milled around, watching or training, but they gave him space. The Alpha was not to be disturbed unless you were me, apparently.“Tyler,” I said, v
LILAI found the stone by accident.The afternoon sun hung low in the sky, a soft amber bleeding through the trees as I wandered into the overgrown garden beyond the Pack house. They said I used to come here often, that I’d sit on the old marble bench under the hawthorn tree and journal, or braid Gavin’s hair as he plucked leaves into “potions” only he understood. I couldn’t remember any of that, but something about the place pulled at me, like muscle memory coaxing me back into shape.The earth was damp from an earlier rain. Pine needles stuck to my boots. I crouched near the gnarled roots of the hawthorn, chasing nothing in particular. A way to keep my hands busy while my mind circled.That’s when I saw it: a small, smooth stone, tucked just beneath the roots. That was not a natural placement, it was not forgotten by the wind or dropped by a bird. It was hidden deliberately. My fingers closed around it, brushing away dirt and dead moss.Tied to it with twine was a cowrie shell. My b
LILAI couldn’t move without feeling him there.Everywhere I turned, Gavin’s presence lingered, pressed against my side, tucked into the crook of my arm, clutching at my shirt like I might vanish again if he let go. His little hand wrapped around mine as if it had always belonged there and maybe it had, I didn’t know anymore.He followed me from the bed to the bathroom, from the bathroom to the hallway, from the hallway back again. Like a shadow cast in sunlight, he was constant, quiet and impossibly close. Sometimes he hummed to himself. Sometimes he asked questions I didn’t know how to answer. “Do you remember our pancake Sundays?” “Do you still like when I wear wolf ears?” “Do you know what my bedtime song was?”I’d shake my head, give him a small, helpless smile. He’d nod as if that made sense but behind his eyes, I could see the tremble he was trying not to show.He’d stopped asking if I’d get better.That morning, I sat by the window while a soft rain tapped the glass. Gavin cur