MasukLyra has spent her whole life trying to disappear. She was always considered as ordinary, unremarkable and powerless. The lone girl with no wolf, no heritage, and nothing to her name except a strange moon-etched pendant she was found with as a baby. But the older she gets, the more the world bends around her. Shadows move when she does, her dreams bleeding into reality and the moon constantly watched over her like it remembers her. Everything changes the night the Moonfang Pack captures her. Their Alpha, Rael, is feared across the realm as cold, disciplined and born to command. Yet when he sees Lyra, something cracks. Something ancient stirs. She should feel wrong to him but instead she feels inevitable. Their connection is a slow-burning, unwanted magnetic pull that neither of them understands, and both try to resist. Until Lyra finally breaks. Under a blood-stained moon, she tries to escape but her pendant ignites against her skin, dragging her to her knees. Her scream rips through the forest, powerful enough to force three fully-shifted wolves to collapse and lose their forms instantly. Hours later, Rael finds her lying in the moonlit dirt, glowing with silver light and for the first time in his life, Alpha Rael is afraid. Because Lyra is not just awakening. Across the realm, other girls fall sick with the same burning energy. Mate bonds snap and packs are riled up in panic. Prophecies tremble awake and the ancient myth of the Lost Bloodline resurfaces: a long foretold lineage tied to the Moon Goddess, a forgotten heir and a wolf whose shadow has not touched the earth in centuries. Lyra is changing. The realm is cracking. And Rael must decide whether to protect her or destroy her before the world does.
Lihat lebih banyakLYRA
“Please, wake up! ” My voice cracked between sobs as I shook the mystery lady in my arms.
“Somebody help!” I continued yelling hoping to get any form of extra help that I could garner.
But there was still no response.
She was pale with her pulse slowly fading away “You’re just tired that’s all” I lied to myself covering my panic with fake laughter while making attempts to resuscitate her.
As I starred at her lifeless body, four important questions raged in my mind.
Where am I?
Who is this mystery lady?
Why did she have to fall from that hill?
And most importantly, why was I the only one here with her?
“Don’t give up on me! Please!” Tears burned in my eyes as I punched the soil in anguish. There was no reason to further delude myself.
I sat beside her lifeless body feeling defeated and while trying to recall everything that led up to this moment in case there was something I was missing.
It all started moments ago as I ran through a field of daffodils when I saw just a little far ahead. She looked divine, almost like an angel. Her voice, a well composed melody singing out this magnetic tune that drew me to her.
She began to ascend, her body eliciting a blinding glow. I didn’t understand any of it then because I was enthralled by her.
She began to shift into this majestic white wolf, fur as white as snow and eyes like midnight. She looked like peace itself.
All of a sudden, she fell.
Descending at the unimaginable speed of light, she plummeted into the soil back in her mortal form.
Then the trance broke and I ran to her, heart pounding and my survival instincts kicking in.
Now here I sit, beside this mystery lady’s dead body. Short of words with many unsolved puzzles concerning what happened.
Clang!
I jolted awake by the sharp sound a metal tray with a stack of dishes being loudly dropped on the counter I had fallen asleep on.
“You’re sleeping again? How dare you embarrass me at the alpha’s peace summit!” I kept on yelling while pointing an accusing number at ne.
“Now get up and take these dishes Alisa dropped for you to the dishwashers . Then come back out immediately and do what you were hired for. If you’re not back here in two minutes, you might as well get out of my fine dining establishment and crawl with the rats where you belong!” my boss, Mr. Carvelli snapped at me.
“I’m so sorry sir, it won’t happen again,I’ll get to it now” I apologised as I scrambled to my feet, my head bowed downwards and took the plates to the back room.
On my way to the back room, I kept pondering on the dream I had with multiple flashes from different parts swishing through my head.
I’ve had the same dream for a while now; If I’m counting properly then this is the tenth time. I kept wondering what was going on and if there was a hidden message I stood to gain from it all.
While I was walking through the doors, Alisa tried to trip me off but growing up in the cruel embrace of the homeless streets will teach you a few things to watch out for and avoid. Thankfully this was one of them so I was sure to evade her attempt without any dish falling off the tray.
I set the tray down in the dirty dishes section and gave a soft smile and nod of courtesy to the dishwashers before heading out to which I saw Alisa glaring at me from a corner. I made my way to the staff room and used the mirror there to fix myself up before going back to attend to the guests.
“Bottom of the barrel and she wants to showcase her mediocrity at an important event like this? Pathetic!” some of the other waitresses gossiped in hushed tones but intentionally loud enough for me to hear.
“She was so desperate to get off the streets when she didn’t have a job and now she thinks she can act privileged because there’s a roof over her head” another waitress spoke.
I had thought of confronting them for their shameless behavior but I knew my history was already a common story because I was the only staff member hired out of pity despite the strict persona Mr Carvelli portrayed himself to have. And if I wasted any more time then Carvelli would throw me back on said streets.
I hung around the corridor of the dining area until I was called upon by the guests at table 43.
“Good evening Sirs” I spoke lightly with a soft smile carefully examining each guest on the table to navigate my choice of words when responding to them. One thing was evident, these men reeked of alcohol.
“Since we’re on table 43, we thought we should get all the number 3’s and 4’s from each category and try them out” the first man spoke with slurred speech.
“Will that be all sirs?” I asked politely while scribbling on my pocket sized notepad.
“Yes, that will be a-“
“I don’t mind a number 10 as long as it’s you served up on a platter” another man slurred with a wink in an attempt to flirt with me.
I offered a soft smile and turned to leave and in that moment this man smacked my ass. I immediately turned around to set him straight before immediately remembering where I was so I resorted to a very snarky comment.
“We most certainly do not condone cannibalism here, maybe next time you could visit an abattoir and get smacked with a meat mallet since you reason as well as a cow.” I said making a gagged expression while I took my leave.
Faint slurs of insults and angry comments trailed behind me but they were already too intoxicated to even get up. Did he think that would woo me? All these ranked wolves think the rest of us are such low lives we must bend to their will. I really don’t understand people’s thought processes and I certainly do not want to know his.
Thirty minutes had passed after attending to other guests then the chef signaled me that one of my orders was ready. I balanced the tray in my hands and the other servers followed suit with their trays behind me.
On our way across the pier, the Alpha of our pack, Shadow Rael was giving a welcome address to the event of the night since we were the hosting pack this year.
Suddenly, the sky turned red, a blood moon. If anyone told me I would live to see one I wouldn’t have believed them. After all, no one ever hopes to see a bad omen. We all stopped in our tracks and the guest began to mumble amongst themselves in feats of panic.
A few seconds into the generalized confusion, a black cloaked figure breezed through the corners and slit the alpha’s throat before vanishing into thin air just as it came. Chaos ensued as the guests all arose from their tables running towards the podium to assess what had just happened. Screams of fear and barks of anger flew everywhere.
Just then a female guest screamed out loudly “The moon stone is black!”
This caught everyone’s attention, both staff and guests as such an occurrence would be the first of its kind to be witnessed by most if not all of here. There was a standstill as we turned to verify what we just heard and truly, she was not lying. I was in a daze trying to process the events occurring before me.
“Well don’t just stand there! Keep those trays and control the chaos!” Carvelli yelled in our direction forcing me into action.
As I turned to drop my tray on the nearest counter, I tripped on a random foot in the frenzy of chaotic guests and fell.
I didn’t realize how close I was to the moon drone until in that moment I fell directly on top of it.
Once I made contact with it, the stone turned white and everyone diverted their attention to me. I too was just as stunned about what was happening and I instantly scrambled up from the stone. The silence was so palpable you could cut it with a knife.
The pendant beneath my dress grew warm, then hot. I sucked in a sharp breath, clutching at my chest as the silver metal pressed against my skin. For a heartbeat, the Moon above seemed to shift, its light tightening around my like a gaze. Somewhere beyond the hall, a wolf howled not in alarm, but in recognition.
Then an order erupted from the crowd. “Seize her! Whatever she is, she could most likely be a threat! Stop her immediately!”
LYRAThe moon wouldn’t stop staring.It hung too low in the sky, swollen and luminous, as though it had crept closer while no one was looking. I felt it every time I breathed, there was an awareness pressing against my ribs, patient and relentless.Watching. Waiting.I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers dug into the blanket to steady myself. Since the infirmary, the light beneath my skin hadn’t fully faded. It no longer flared wildly, but it moved—slow currents tracing unfamiliar paths, like something learning the shape of me.The pendant lay heavy against my chest. Not burning but listening.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” I said, though my voice sounded smaller than I liked.Rael entered alone this time. No guards. No healers. No council shadows lingering behind him. He closed the door carefully, as if sealing us into a space the moon itself couldn’t breach.“They’re convening again,” he said without preamble. “At dawn.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
RAELThe fortress woke screaming.Not with voices—with bells, boots on stone, the low thunder of wolves pacing behind walls too small to hold them. The Eastern watchtower rang first, then the southern gates. By the time the sun crested the hills, messengers were running so fast they forgot protocol.Lyra’s light had not faded by morning. It pulsed behind the curtains of her chamber, slow and rhythmic, like something breathing where breath did not belong. The healers wouldn’t meet my eyes when I demanded answers.“She isn’t ill,” one finally said, fingers stained with herbs and ash. “Her body is…responding.”“To what?” I snapped.The old healer swallowed. “To the moon.”That should not have been possible.By noon, the council reconvened. Not in ceremony, but panic. Armor was discarded. Robes were wrinkled. Elder Cian stood apart from the rest, hands folded so tightly his knuckles had gone white.“The Fracture has reached six packs,” said Captain Mora. “Mated pairs collapsing mid-shift.
RAELThe world turned silver the night I found her, silver and something colder. The kind of light that hums in the bones and makes you feel like you’re constantly being watched was what shone upon us.Lyra’s body lay sprawled on the grass, her skin glowing as though she’d swallowed moonlight. Meanwhile the guards I had sent ahead were on their knees, their wolf forms burned away by a force they couldn’t name. Grown warriors shivering and trembling in fear like pups before thunder.“What happened?” I demanded.They only shook their heads, they were consumed by fear and shame. One of them still had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, another muttered prayers to Luna, the goddess of the old packs but no one would meet my eyes.When I knelt beside her, her glow dimmed. Her breathing was shallow but steady and her pulse strong. The pendant she wore, a dull crystal strung on leather, cheap looking at first glance was now blackened at the edges, as though it had passed through fire
LYRAThe dreams came again.I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs in a fast paced manner, the smell of ash and the glow of moonlight in this dreadful place weighing heavily on me. My pendant burned faintly against my chest, its light pulsing rhythmically with the pain in my temples.I’d stopped trying to understand these dreams. Each one blurring the lines between memory and nightmare. A silver field, a woman falling, a chorus of wolves howling until their voices shattered into silence. And me, standing in the middle of it all, unable to move, unable to breathe for reasons I still cannot comprehend.The cell was colder tonight. The torches outside glimmered low while their smoke curled into thin choking ribbons. I could hear the guards talking down the corridor but something felt off. They weren’t supposed to be here this late.I sat up slowly, rubbing my wrists in preparation for whatever. My skin beneath the shackles felt raw and numb. I tried to focus on the famili






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