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11. The Weight of Watching
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Blood Heir 12. What Rises Does Not Ask Permission
LYRAI woke before the bells with the pendant was still warm in my hand. Not burning. Not searing. Just warm and alive.The air felt thicker — not suffocating, but charged. Like the moment before lightning strikes, when the sky goes too still.I sat up slowly and I felt it. Not the Moon, it wasn’t her vertical, silver pressure. But something else. It was closer. Not beneath me and not above either. It was around me.A quiet hum threaded through the walls of the fortress. It was faint, almost indistinguishable from imagination. Except my body responded to it. Not with pain, but with alignment.A knock came before I could stand. Harder this time. It sounded urgent.“Enter” I granted access.The door opened without hesitation. It was Rael. He did not look like he had slept.“Did you feel that?” he asked immediately.“Yes” I knew exactly what he meant. His jaw flexed. “The southern wall cracked before dawn.”My pulse steadied instead of racing. “From attack?”“No.” His eyes held mine. “F
Blood Heir 11. The Weight of Watching
LYRAThe knowing didn’t leave, it lingered. And that felt worse. Not loud. Not invasive. Just… present. Like a gaze pressed gently between my shoulder blades. I didn’t sleep after telling Rael that something knew my name. I lay in the dark instead, staring at the ceiling while moonlight traced pale lines across the stone. Every time I almost drifted off, I felt it again. That subtle awareness, watching, patient and unblinking. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the vastness again, not the Moon Goddess’ sharp, silver insistence, but something heavier. Dimmer. Vast in a way that had nothing to do with light.Older.Quieter.Waiting.By dawn, the feeling had thinned out but not vanished. It sat low in my chest, with a feeling of observance. Meanwhile, exhaustion trembled in my limbs.The guards outside my door changed shifts without speaking. Their scents carried unease. I could feel it now, emotions brushing against me like cold air through cracked doors. They were afraid of me, tha
Blood Heir 11. Echoes Without Names
RAELThe fortress stopped sleeping. Not fully, not the way a place should when night falls and guards settle into routine. Instead, it hovered in a state of watchfulness, like an animal that had sensed a predator but couldn’t yet see it.Every corridor felt too alert. Every torch burned a little brighter than necessary. And Lyra sat at the center of it, whether she wanted to or not.I stood on the Eastern rampart long after midnight, eyes fixed on the forest below. The moon hung high and sharp, its light clean and unforgiving. Wolves patrolled in uneven patterns now, no longer trusting habit. I’d ordered the routes changed twice in a single day.Patterns invited attention. And tonight, the world felt like it was paying attention. Footsteps approached behind me.“You’re going to wear a hole through the stone,” Liam said, stopping a few paces away.“I was hoping,” I replied, “that it might give.”He snorted softly, then sobered. “Reports just came in from the river packs.”I didn’t tur
Blood Heir 9. Fault Lines
LYRAThey moved me before sunrise.Not dragged, but escorted with a carefulness that felt worse than chains. The guards didn’t meet my eyes. Neither did the servants who passed in hushed clusters, whispering behind their hands as if I were something half-feral that might lunge if startled.The room they gave me was higher this time. A tower chamber overlooking the eastern forest, wide windows carved into pale stone, iron-latticed but open enough to let the wind through. It smelled of cold air and pine resin.A vantage point, not a prison. That distinction mattered to Rael. It mattered less to me.The pendant lay warm against my skin, no longer burning, but never cold. A constant reminder like a pulse I couldn’t ignore.I stood by the window as the sun crested the horizon. The forest below shimmered with early light, dew clinging to leaves like scattered stars. Somewhere in that green expanse, wolves were waking with fear lodged in their chests, bonds fraying like old rope.And it was
Blood Heir 8. When Gods Begin to Notice
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.
Blood Heir 7. The Shape of What Breaks
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.
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