Mag-log inLyra’s POVThe world around me went cold and came to a full stop as I arrived at my father's private study. My heart stopped, my eyes growing wider with each passing second as I beheld my greatest fear staring me in the face. I shook my head vehemently, tears rolling down my cheeks as I watched my father lying lifeless on the ground in a puddle of his own blood. Not far from him was the severed head of an unknown man resting near the door. He looked burly and had goodly apparel, like a man I was supposed to know but didn't. “Father…” I croaked, approaching my father with trembling steps. I crouched low, my knees hitting the blood-slicked floor, beside my last-surviving parent now lifeless. I reached out and touched his cold face.“Father,” I muttered again, tears dripping from my eyes onto the floor, some of it landed on his face as I shook my head, wondering what would have happened if I chose to come to his side. “It's my fault. It's all my fault,” I lamented, my heart burning
Lyra’s POV“Lyra…”“You said it yourself. There's no time to waste. I must get back to the White Moon pack before things get out of hand, if it hasn't already. I need to see my father.”Elayne moved out of the way and I turned to leave, but Winston’s hand shot out and caught my shoulder, forcing me to turn and face him. His face was pale, his brows wrinkled as he gripped my shoulder tighter. “Please, stay. You don't have to leave right now. The border is dangerous at this moment and I can't risk losing you now.”Even with all that was said, all he could think about was himself. If I weren't in such a hurry to leave, I'd have spat on his face that instant. “Don't touch me!” I slapped his hand away. “And don't you even dare try to follow me.”“But my men…”“I don't need them either,” I spat, my eyes devoid of any warmth. “This is personal. It's my blood. My pack. I will handle it myself and come back here in one piece.”Hearing that I'd return made his pupils grow a bit wide with ex
Randall’s POV As soon as the words left Alpha Max's lips, a White Moon pack guard burst through the door, panting. His eyes were wide, and his face was entirely white; his hands trembled by his sides. “Alpha, we're being attacked!” He announced. Max stood abruptly, his eyes snapping towards me with a sharp glare. “Randall!” He growled. “I should have known better than to trust a man like you!” He snarled, drawing his sword. Three guards moved closer to him, their hands on the hilt of their swords, ready to strike if called upon. My mind raced quickly but I stood still, my hands open in a gesture of sudden, genuine confusion. Attacked? Why would they be attacked when we merely came there for peace talks? “I didn't give any such orders,” I finally managed to voice. “My men would not…” My voice was drowned out by the rising clanking sounds of clashing steel and the screams of warriors echoing from the Hall. “Once I'm done slaughtering your men,” Max snarled, his claw
Lyra’s POV“What the –”When my eyes fluttered open, my vision was very hazy but one thing was clear. I was no longer in the dungeon. The soft, fluffy feeling behind me was all the proof I needed. As my vision slowly cleared up, it began to dawn on me that I was back in my room. I let out a low grunt and slowly tried to sit up only to feel a warm weight on my hand, preventing me from doing that.When I looked to the side, I found Winston slumped in a chair, fast asleep like a log of wood, his fingers entwined with mine even in his sleep. I scrunched my face and wrenched my hand away from his stupid fingers. His mere presence disgusted me. He had his hands on mine the whole time?Ewww!The sudden movement managed to jerk him awake, his eyes bloodshot and full of guilt as he turned to me. “Lyra…” he drawled. “Thank the Goddess you're awake.”I pulled back, my expression indifferent as he reached out again with his hand. The nerve in him to think I'd let him touch me after everything
Lyra’s POVAs my eyes fluttered open, I had a strong feeling that the next day had arrived but there was no way to prove it since the sun and its blinding rays had been hidden away from my eyes. I sighed, slowly sitting up, wondering what would become of me since I had rejected Winston once more. He had asked the guards to chain my hands once again so I wondered what else he had in store for me After the threats he threw at me the last time, I had expected a quicker response. Some guards. A few whips on my back and all over my body. But I was met with none of that. Only silence, the deafening type – the type that could make the strongest of men nearly lose their minds. But I had already lost mine so it didn't do so much to me. If anything, I hoped for some quiet today since he had seemingly banned Elayne and the witches from coming to me.The dangling of the keys to the cell snapped me back to reality. I knew that sound. I knew that scent. I knew exactly who it was that was about t
Randall’s POVFollowing the Beta and four guards into the throne room, I was on high alert. Every nerve ending in my body stood, my eyes scanning the entire area for any sign of trouble. My right hand hovered near the hilt of my concealed blade. People who went to uncharted territory without protection often turned out dead, especially when the territory belonged to an enemy. I knew that so well and wasn't about to take any chances with my life. I steadied myself as much as I could but I remained deeply unsettled. My scouts scoured the entire realm trying to find him for months but they couldn't. And now, he suddenly just reappeared at the heart of his pack, one of the first places they looked, as if he never left in the first place. “Long time, no see, Alpha Randall,” Max grinned, calmly sipping his tea as he sat on his throne. Even after all these years, his voice remained the same, crooked and hoarse. I remained a statue as I stood near the sofa at his right-hand side, refusing
Lyra's POV“Don't worry, just breathe, Lyra. I mean, this is not a death sentence at least. It's a happy moment. Allow yourself to live it,” Fiona said, now standing behind me with Mia by her side. As soon as we went deeper into the hall, Juan went in search of his alpha, leaving me alone with an
Lyra’s POVI wasn't allowed to leave my room as soon as I got in, wasn't allowed to even step out to meet anyone. As soon as Fiona and I entered, some guards immediately came to the door and stood behind it, making it impossible for me to go anywhere. But thankfully, whilst in the room, we could h
Randall’s POVSeeing Susan so happy after I had given her the ring, which was meant for Lyra, didn't bring me the joy that I thought it would. Right there, it already felt like a mistake, a step taken too far to prove a point to Lyra. But I smiled, holding Susan's outstretched hand, staring at he
Lyra’s POV“I would rather you just toss me out of your filthy pack!” I yelled back, resisting the guards who tried to hold me down. I raised my fists, eager to square up with them if it ever came to that, the shame in my eyes now a distant past and rage all that I could think of. Randall scoffed







