Novels by Kosibe

(Lyra) The peace hit me like sunlight shining into a frozen room. It was wrong. It was strange. I didn’t even know him, yet some part of me reached toward him as though he were the anchor I had been drifting toward my whole life. For some reason, I could smell his scent…..Cedar wood and wild roses. It was overwhelming and I wished the scent would never leave my nose. The Alpha was seated behind a massive darkwood desk. His posture was straight, his broad shoulders square, his hands resting lightly and too lightly on the armrests of his chair. It was as if every muscle was poised, ready for action and dangerous. It was as though he was the piece I had been missing my whole life which was strange. He was mesmerizing. But it was his eyes that locked me in place. There were Gray, storm gray. They weren’t dull, they were alive, shifting like clouds before a strike of lightning. They cut straight through me, stripping me bare without a word. And they were… scowling. As if ready

(Lyra) The scent of warm bread hit me at first. It was mixed with something herby and sweet. My stomach clenched, then growled in a low, almost embarrassed way. I was hungry no, starving and I had not even noticed until that smell wrapped itself around me like a warm blanket. The door swung open. A tall girl stepped in and she was carrying a tray which was balanced on her hip. Her curly dark hair was tied back with a thin cloth, and her hazel eyes lit up when they met mine. “You’re awake,” she said, her voice bright but not too loud, like she was used to speaking around pain. “Good. I was starting to worry you’d sleep straight through the week.” I blinked a few times, not sure what to say. My throat still felt raw, and my mind was as though it was filled with thick cotton and questions with no answers. She walked toward me and set the tray down on a small table beside the bed. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing weird. Just soup, bread, and a little berry tea. I didn’t know what

(Lyra) The first thing I felt as I opened my eyes was the cold. It was as though I had just woken up from a long nightmare and all my limbs were frozen in place due to the horror. The cold cut through my skin as I struggled to come to recognize my surroundings. My head was heavy but I was determined to figure out where I was. I heard the sound of a door creaking open but it wasn't louder then the pounding in my head which was like a thousand drums. I blinked again. Wooden beams above the ceiling stared down at me. A small window by my side let in rays of the morning sun which did little to keep me from shivering from the cold. Where am I? I sat up too fast and the pain exploded behind my eyes causing me to groan in pain. My hand held both sides of my head in a bid to cushion the pain but it did nothing. Something was wrong. Very wrong. I didn't know where I was but worse, I didn't know who I was. My heart pounded in fear as I scanned the room I was in. Wooden beams, p

(Lyra) The moon hung high above the trees, swollen and red. It was the sign of the Blood red moon which could only mean one thing, it was time. I stood at the edge of the sacred spring, the ceremonial red paint was drying cold against my skin. My fingers trembled as I held the dagger carved from moonstone. It had been passed down through generations of firstborn she-wolves in the Moonshade line. I was dressed in a white silk gown which covered my knees as custom demanded. I was supposed to imitate the white silver of the moon. This was it. My coming-of-age ritual. The night I would shift under the blood moon, in front of the entire pack, and bond to the spirit of the moon-goddess within me. If it was successful, I would take my place as heir to our Alpha. If I failed… well, failure wasn't spoken of. Because it didn't happen. At least, it wasn't supposed to. "Lyra," my mother called softly from the shadows, bringing out of my thoughts. S