Novels by gracenduneri

Damien's POV I woke up to a strange heaviness. My head throbbed and everything was a blur. I tried to move but my limbs felt twice as heavy as I remembered.“Where am I?” My own voice startled me.Murmurs erupted from every corner. Wolves began to move around me with curious gazes. A hand—warm, firm—grasped mine. I flinched, my instincts screaming both yes and no.“Who are you?” I whispered.“Lira,” came the answer, her voice soft and certain, like she expected me to know who she was.“Lira,” I tried to speak again, hoping it would stir recognition. But my mind offered nothing.I looked down at myself—at my hands. They were strong. Alpha? No, the title didn't fit. Beta. “Beta of the Moonblessed pack,” I said aloud. I believed it and yet in the empty corners of my mind, it felt wrong.I didn't know who I was or the world I had woken up to. Worst of all, I didn't understand why I felt a flicker that made my chest ache the more I stared at this… Lira.We journeyed a long distance before

Lira's POVI had heard stories and old tales about alphas who lost battles or even their wolves. But never, not once in the entire history of the werewolf lands had an alpha ever fallen in rank.I turned towards the General. The wicked smile he wore on his face earlier had stretched wider.“What did you give to him?” I said, with a crack in my voice.He didn't answer at first. He let out an annoying laugh.“Oh, it worked,” he chuckled. “I'm such a genius.”My blood ran ice cold.Aragon stepped towards me, trying to ground me with a stern look. “My lady,” he signalled quietly. “Hold yourself. This is war ground. We need to leave. We're exposed—too exposed. And we lost good men today. If rival packs hear of this…” he tightened his jaw. “They will see vulnerability and attack.”I gave a soft nod even though my body was against it.And then Damien moved again. This time he spoke.“Where am I?” He asked, confused.I moved closer. “Damien… Damien, it's me Lira. Tell me what's wrong.”He bli

Salcan's POVI had waited for the General since the first light of dawn, just like he requested, and still, that wretch didn't grace me with his presence. The moment the sun took its position in the sky, I realised that I had been made to stand idle like some abandoned rogue. It wasn't disrespectful.My Gammas stood beside me, stiff and obedient, none daring to ask why we were heading back to the Moonblessed lands.“I should never have listened to that fool,” I murmured, my voice low with contempt. “I'm sure he had nothing to offer and his lies about Lira were just to get my attention.”“To think that I— Salcan—alpha of the Moonblessed, had allowed myself even a moment to wonder if that pitiful daughter of mine could ever rise above me.” The thought of it drew a sharp, humourless chuckle from my chest.My Gammas, always eager to mirror my mood joined in with a laugh of his own. But our mockery died in unison.A sound echoed through the air. Gunshots. Several of them were from the dist

Lira's POV I couldn't feel my legs under me anymore. All I could feel was my heart, beating forcefully in my chest. I held on to Damien's body as it hit the ground. But that was the least of my worries. The moment the General saw that he had missed me, he lost it.He tried again, lifting the small gun-like weapon. But the chamber was empty. Whatever he'd put into that syringe, the same thing he had shot into Damien… he'd already used the last of it.And that was when he switched to his pistol. Every shot that followed felt like my life flashing before my eyes continually. Aragon blocked one with his blade. Someone from a pack I didn't recognise stepped in front of me, deflecting the next. There was chaos everywhere. I couldn't tell whose blood was splattered all over me.I spun around, frantically searching for Alia. I caught sight of her, crouched by the side of a bush, on her knees, trembling violently with her hands placed over her ears. I didn't blame her. I didn't even know how

Lira's POV The moment Damien and I finally pulled apart, it was as if reality snapped back into place. We straightened immediately, both of us clearing our throats, suddenly aware of Alia standing there, arms folded. She was staring straight at us with a smile spread across her face.Damien's gaze shifted to her. I quickly stepped in.“This is Alia,” I said, brushing dirt off my knees. “Her father, Lord Marco, showed us a way to get into the werewolf lands without using the main roads.”Damien's eyes narrowed slightly, like he was trying to understand who I was speaking about. He exhaled, then turned back to me.“I've been working nonstop to find you,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Was the General hiding you in this forest all along? Or…” His eyes darted across the trees. “Was his base somewhere close to this area?”I shook my head. “No. We escaped from where he was keeping us. But everything else is…” my voice cracked. “a long story. I'm too tired and hungry. I can't go into all t

The General's POVI straightened slowly, taking in a long, deep breath. I refused to let them see me shaking. My shirt was a mess, creased and dust-coated from the vent I tried to squeeze myself into.The guards were still huddled together like newborn pups. They were gazing, eyes wide, waiting for me to say something. My eyes locked onto the one who called me earlier with news on the test results.“You,” I said, voice low. “Come here.”He flinched, stumbling forward.“Where's the sample of her blood you took?” I asked. “I want to see it. In fact, what machine did you use? Show me.”He nodded fast and walked towards the overturned tables, leading me to a desk in the far right corner.He handed me the paper and pointed at the machine. My breath seized as I scanned its contents. It was her. The girl from long ago. Salcan's daughter.I stared at the comparison values, the stored data the machine retrieved from years back. Even after all this time, it recognised her. Her blood was the sa