روايات بقلم Winston Moses

~Lyra's POV~I was in the forest before the sun came up.The trail was familiar in the way only childhood things are, not something you think about, just something your feet remember. The roots, the low branch at the third turn, the place where the path narrows and the trees crowd in close enough to brush both shoulders. I had walked this so many times as a girl that my body found it in the dark without trying.I hadn't done it in years. Ivan's pack had cured me of it efficiently. Wolfless omegas don't belong in the trees at sunrise. That was the unspoken rule. You learn it fast enough when nobody says it directly but everyone acts accordingly.I had forgotten, somewhere in those seven years, that this used to be mine.I started walking. Then I ran.Not the way I used to run in my previous life, not desperate, not driven by anything chasing me. Just running because I had legs and lungs and a body that was young again and didn't hurt and above all, I wanted to get my mind off what happ

~Lyra's POV~The eastern market town was everything I needed it to be.Busy, loud, full of colour and noise and the smell of roasting groundnuts and fresh fabric bolts piled in crooked towers outside the shop fronts. Exactly the kind of place that makes it hard to think about anything serious for too long.Zara loved it immediately."Okay," she said, spinning in a slow circle in the middle of the main street with her arms out. "I will admit. This is better than the other one.""I told you.""You did tell me." She grabbed my arm and steered us toward the nearest fabric stall. "Don't let it go to your head."We spent two hours moving from stall to stall. She tried on three different perfume samples and made me smell each one, holding her wrist under my nose with the focused seriousness of someone making a medical decision. She argued cheerfully with a seller over a bolt of deep green fabric, won, and then bought two extra metres she didn't originally plan for. She told me about a boy fr

~Lyra's POV~The first thing I notice is the smell.Pancakes. Warm butter. A faint hint of cinnamon drifting through the air like the house itself is trying to comfort me.I lie still for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling. The ceiling is white with a thin crack running diagonally from the light fixture toward the window, a crack I memorized all my life, counting it like a familiar scar.This ceiling.This room.I sit up slowly and my body feels… fine. No bruises. No deep bone-cold ache. No dried blood on my palms. I look at my hands, turning them over once, twice, three times. The skin is smooth, unbroken. Younger than I remember it being.The door swings open and Zara walks in.She is grinning, bright and easy, her locs pulled up in a messy bun with a pen stuck through them, wearing one of her ridiculous oversized hoodies that reads WORLD'S OKAYEST PERSON across the chest in cracked iron-on letters.Alive. Completely, fully, annoyingly alive."Finally!" She throws her arms out

~Lyra's POV~“Lyra, as of today, you cease to be the Luna of the Nightshade Pack. Alpha Ivan insists you sign these divorce papers tonight. It’s time to stop clinging to a dream that was never meant to be.”The words were harsh. Seven years of marriage, seven years of waiting, and still, I was nothing more than an outsider.I had defied my parents and abandoned my birth pack, all to be with Ivan. We were fated mates, destined by the Moon Goddess herself.But fate had been cruel.Ivan had never officially bestowed upon me the title ‘Luna,’ despite my years by his side. Without a wolf of my own, I was seen as weak, an embarrassment to the pack.Even now, I was nothing more than a hollow shell in their eyes, a Luna without a wolf, a fated mate without power. And now, everything was being stripped from me entirely.‘I never imagined that my bloodwritten plea for one more meeting wouldn’t sway Ivan,’ I thought bitterly. The desperation in that plea, the hope that it might change his mind,