Romances de Liora Vale

(Rhett’s POV)The first thing I felt was cold.Not the kind of chill you get from air conditioning or night wind — this one sank deep, like it was trying to claim my bones.My head throbbed as if I’d been hit with a sledgehammer. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was rough stone and silver light bleeding through gaps in what looked like… bars.I blinked hard.Bars.I was in a cage.“What the hell…” My voice came out hoarse.My pulse picked up. The air was damp and heavy, filled with a strange smell — earth, smoke, and something animal. I sat up slowly, my body aching. My drone bag was gone, and my phone wasn’t in my pocket.The last thing I remembered was the forest — the full moon, the silver glow, those eyes. Dozens of them, gold and bright, staring at me from the dark. Then… her.The woman with the green eyes.I exhaled shakily, dragging my hands over my face. It couldn’t have been real. Wolves didn’t have claws that long or eyes that glowed. And no human eyes looked like that.But

(Zyandra’s POV)I didn’t remember walking back to the manor — only the silence that followed me like a shadow.The forest had gone still after the chaos, yet the echo of my heartbeat hadn’t stopped pounding in my ears. The air still smelled of smoke, pine, and something foreign that didn’t belong in Valyra — that shouldn’t belong here.Human.The word kept circling my thoughts like a predator stalking prey. Humans were myths, stories passed down to keep pups cautious of the wild. They were said to have destroyed the world long before the Moon blessed it with balance again. No one had seen one. Not in centuries.And yet… I had marked one.The corridors were empty as I entered the manor — everyone avoiding me, as they should. I was their Alpha, but even loyalty had limits when the Moon’s will was in question. The walls of stone felt colder tonight, every torch flame flickering with unease. I kept my shoulders straight and my head high, pretending I didn’t feel the weight of their fear p

(Rhett’s POV)It was supposed to be a ten-minute errand.Find the drone. Bring it back. Pretend nothing happened.But the woods at the edge of Winsdale had a way of making time feel... different. I’d been walking for almost an hour, and my signal still pointed deeper, into the kind of dark that looked straight out of a horror movie.And above me, the full moon hung low, enormous, silver, bathing the trees in ghostly light. It wasn’t just light — it felt aware, almost watchful. Shadows stretched and warped unnaturally beneath it. Every movement of the leaves seemed magnified, every rustle sharper.Then I saw it: a faint shimmer near the tree line — almost like moonlight had pooled and turned to liquid, glowing softly on the moss. I assumed it was mist, maybe a trick of the light. My pulse quickened, curiosity overtaking caution.I stepped forward.The moment my foot crossed that shimmer, the air shifted. Sounds stretched and warped. The forest smelled sharper, richer — pine mixed with

(Zyandra's POV)The night smelled like iron and smoke.Every full moon did.I stood in the clearing, watching the silver light slip between the trees, heavy and ancient. The pack surrounded me, silent and waiting. They wanted this done.I didn’t.The marking ceremony — the moment an Alpha met their destined Luna — was supposed to be sacred. Romantic, even. But I’d never believed in that kind of fate. Love chosen by the Moon Goddess wasn’t love; it was control dressed in prophecy.Still, I stood there, head high, heart steady. If I refused, the Elders would say I’d doomed my lineage, broken the Goddess’s cycle. An Alpha must never be alone.So I stayed.“Begin,” Elder Myra said, her voice trembling with age and power.The pack bowed their heads. The air thickened, thrumming like a heartbeat. I felt the Moon’s pull — faint, reluctant, like it was waiting for me to open a door I didn’t want to open.I gritted my teeth. “Let’s get this over with.”Myra began to chant. The fire blazed high