Whispers of DoubtNyra’s POV The echo of Selene’s voice still lingered in my ears long after she was dragged out of sight. The courtyard had emptied, the whispers scattering like flocks of frightened birds. But their residue clung to the air, sharp and suffocating. I could feel the eyes that weren’t there anymore, accusations, doubts, curiosity, burning into my skin as if they had been branded there permanently.When the gates finally closed behind her, I felt the ground beneath my feet steady, though my chest remained heavy. I should have been relieved. Draven had ordered her removal. Auren was safe beside me. The threat has been contained, at least for now. And yet… the silence afterward felt more poisonous than Selene’s words had been.Inside the council chamber, the three of us finally sat together. Draven’s jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable, though the tendons in his neck betrayed the storm beneath his control. Auren sat at the end of the long oak table, his hands pres
Seeds of DiscordNyra's POVThe air inside the grand hall felt thick, it was enough for someone to choke on. It was not from the incense burning inside the high silver bowls. It was Selene's voice. Her voice was sweet to only those that did not know better, but it was poison to those that knew better.She stood at the entrance of the room, she spread her hands out like a priestess giving a blessing, every part of her was glowing with smile certainty."I will not leave," she said, her voice was so clear that even the guards that were far away turned their heads. "Because I carry the heir to the throne. I am the true Luna. Not this pretender."Her eyes turned to me, her lips curved when she saw the heat flash in my eyes. The crowd murmured like water disturbed by a thrown stone. People in fancy clothes shifted and leaned on each other to whisper to themselves. Some wolves were shaking their heads like they could not believe what they were hearing, but others looked suddenly thoughtful,
The Return of ShadowsDraven's POVNyra's footsteps sounded too hard like war drums, it pounded through the hallway even before I saw her. By the time she got to my office, the door was slammed back so hard on the wall that the dir frame shook.Her eyes were wild. Flames and storms at once. For a moment, I thought she might shift right here just to bite my head off."Is it true?" she demanded. No greeting. No warm-up. "Selene is coming back to Crescent Moon?"The air between us felt tight enough to snap. I leaned on my chair back, slowly and intentionally, to keep myself from reacting to her anger and my own. "That is what the reports say."Her hands settled down, and she placed them by her sides. "And you did not think to tell me?"I breathed out through my nose. "I was going to.""When? When she is already in my living room? When she is sitting on the Luna throne she never earned?" Her voice was sharp enough to cut glass."She is not going to sit on anything," I growled, my temper s
Storms of DeceptionNyra's POV I did not sleep that night.I could not.Every time I close my eyes, I always hear Zaira's voice in my head. Not the same mocking laugh from the darkness, but a low whisper, as if she left some part of herself stuck in my mind just to remind me that she could reach me anytime she wanted. The words were not even clear half the time. Just pieces, threats, the echo of her command that made my skin crawl.Bring me the boy.Every time those four words played again in my mind, a sick weight pressed harder in my chest. My own will had been bent once already. The memory of it was like acid. How my body had moved without my permission, how my thoughts had been pushed aside like they meant nothing. If she could do it again... I did not want to think about what might happen. What if next time I can't fight back at all?So when the first light of dawn came into my room, I was already dressed and walking back and forth, my mind was running in wild loops. The floor c
The Claimant QueenNyra’s POVI hadn’t even begun to think of a way out of the madness Zaira left me tangled in when the distant sound of footsteps and crunching gravel announced another intrusion. I barely had the strength to react. My chest still rose and fell too fast, my limbs too heavy, the aftershocks of the witch’s control still echoing in my bones.Auren was safe with Draven. That was all I could cling to right now.I was still standing in the clearing where Rowan and I once met, where I’d been dumped by Zaira’s spell, cold and alone and afraid, when a shrill, too-familiar voice rang out like claws across glass.“Nyra!” The name wasn’t a greeting. It was a challenge.I turned slowly, my fingers twitching at my sides, and saw her. Selene.She stood flanked by a group of wolves, none from Crescent Moon. These were unfamiliar. Lavishly dressed, heavily armed, and, from their scent, barely loyal. Hired warriors, most likely.But it wasn’t the troops that startled me most. It was
Fractured ResolveNyra POVI did not cry.Not once.Not even when I came back to Crescent Moon in the dead of night, with my bare feet and my shaking body, my mouth was filled with the bitter taste of fear. Everything else hurts worse. I did not make a sound when I walked past the guards who nodded at me with confused looks, their faces showing questions they were too nice to ask. I did not blink when Draven stormed out of the front door like he had been waiting there the whole time, anger and relief spinning behind his eyes like twin storms.Nyra, where the hell have you been?I held up my hand before he could touch me. It was not anger. It was not hate. It was not even distrust.It was numb.The kind that sits in your bones when your mind cannot handle anymore. When feeling anything at all might break you completely.I am fine, I said.Fine? You have been missing for... His voice cracked, it was from the emotions he was not able to hold back. You vanished just like that, and you exp