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7. The Shape of What Breaks
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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.
Blood Heir 6. The Shatter Beneath the Moon
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
Blood Heir 5. The Night She Runs
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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