Chapter two

The scent of ash and frost clung to Lyra’s skin as she drifted between waking and oblivion. She was vaguely aware of movement—arms around her, powerful and warm, carrying her like something precious.

She didn’t understand.

The last thing she remembered was the way the earth had split beneath her soul, the way her skin had burned with a light that wasn’t silver, and the man whose eyes had pierced through everything.

Alpha Kaelen.

They said he was cursed. That he’d been exiled from his pack and had disappeared into the wastelands, haunted by the ghosts of wolves he’d slaughtered.

But if he was a ghost, then why did his touch feel so real?

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Kaelen’s jaw was tight as he moved through the woods, Lyra pressed against his chest, limp but breathing. Her scent tangled around his mind like a binding spell—lavender, pine, and something darker. Like old magic. The kind the Moon Goddess buried and prayed no one would ever find.

But she had found it.

Or it had found her.

Her skin had glowed with the markings of the Shadowbound—the ancient bloodline thought extinct since the Great Divide. Kaelen hadn’t seen those sigils since the night his father died, torn apart by a creature not entirely wolf, not entirely beast.

And now they were etched across the flesh of this broken, battered Omega girl.

His mate.

He hadn’t expected the bond. He hadn’t even believed he had one. After his exile, he’d accepted that the Goddess had turned her face from him. That he would die alone, hunted.

But the moment Lyra’s eyes met his, the bond surged. Not soft or warm like the stories said. No, theirs came like fire through his bloodstream, like a roar inside his skull.

Mine.

The wolf had whispered it, not with reverence—but with desperation.

She stirred in his arms. Her fingers twitched.

“Where…?” Her voice was cracked and hoarse.

Kaelen slowed, stepping beneath the protection of an overhanging cliff face. The moon was still veiled, but the forest had quieted. For now.

“You’re safe,” he said, his voice deeper than he intended.

Her lashes fluttered open, and her gaze found his.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

“You’re not pack,” she said finally, eyes narrowing.

“No,” he agreed. “And neither are you anymore.”

Lyra sat up, groaning. “You shouldn’t have interfered. Dren will send trackers. He’ll hunt you.”

Kaelen raised an eyebrow. “Let him try.”

She stared at him, anger flickering behind her exhaustion. “I don’t even know you.”

“But I know what you are.”

Lyra stiffened. “A curse?”

He leaned forward, slowly, so she could see the truth in his eyes. “A weapon.”

Silence fell between them like a blade.

Lyra wrapped her arms around herself, shivering. “I didn’t shift. I felt it, but I didn’t change. They’ll use that against me.”

“You didn’t shift,” Kaelen said, “because your wolf is bound. Something sealed it when you were born. Probably Dren—or worse.”

She blinked, startled. “Sealed?”

Kaelen nodded. “The mark on your back. I saw it. It’s a tether sigil. Someone locked your wolf away to keep you powerless. But the bond awakened it. That’s why the shift almost broke through.”

Lyra said nothing for a long while. Then, quietly, “So what happens now?”

Kaelen stood and turned away, his voice like thunder on the horizon. “Now, I teach you how to break it.”

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The days that followed were a blur.

Kaelen brought her to a hidden cabin in the forest’s edge, deep in the Riftlands—neutral territory no pack dared to claim. The air was colder here, sharper. Even the trees seemed older, their branches curling like claws above.

Lyra barely spoke. She ate little. Slept even less. But she watched him—always watched him.

There was something unspoken between them. The bond tugged at her like an ache behind her ribs, whispering to her in dreams she didn’t understand.

But Lyra refused to trust it.

She’d spent too long surviving to believe in fate.

Kaelen trained her each morning, throwing her into combat without apology. He pushed her to the ground again and again, forced her to tap into instincts she didn’t know she had. When her fists bled, he made her fight with her legs. When she cried in frustration, he only told her to do it again.

“You think Shadow Ridge will go easy on you?” he snapped once when she fell for the third time during a disarm drill. “You think your mate bond will protect you?”

Her temper finally snapped. “You think this bond means anything to me? I never asked for it. I never asked for you.”

His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.

For a moment, Kaelen looked like he wanted to tear the trees down with his bare hands.

Then he stepped back. “Good. Anger is power. Use it.”

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That night, Lyra stood by the edge of a frozen stream, staring at her reflection.

She didn’t recognize herself.

Her cheek was bruised. Her lip cracked. But her eyes—gods, her eyes. They were no longer just brown. Now they shimmered faintly, like ink under water, like something buried trying to surface.

She crouched, peeling away her tunic, and turned just enough to glimpse the sigil on her back in the reflection. It glowed faintly now, a twisted knot of runes etched into her skin like a brand.

She traced it with her fingers, shivering.

“I see it clearer every day,” Kaelen said quietly behind her. “It’s weakening.”

She didn’t jump. She knew his presence like she knew her own breath.

“Why do you care?” she asked without turning.

He didn’t answer at first.

Then, softly, “Because when you break that seal, your wolf will rise. And when she does, every Alpha on this continent will want you—dead or mated.”

Lyra turned, eyes hard. “And which do you want?”

His expression didn’t change.

But something in the air did.

“Neither,” he said finally. “I want you free.”

The words hit her like a blow.

Freedom.

No one had ever given her that word before.

“You don’t even know me,” she whispered.

“I know your scent,” Kaelen said. “I know your rage. I know the way your wolf clawed the earth to reach me when you collapsed in that hollow.”

He stepped closer.

“I know I’ve killed for less.”

Her heart beat faster. Not in fear. In something far more dangerous.

She stepped back. “If this is the bond—”

“It is,” he said. “But it’s not the bond that makes me want to protect you. It’s you.”

The silence stretched between them, charged and brittle.

Lyra swallowed. “I don’t need protection.”

Kaelen’s smile was all wolf. “Good.”

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The next day, she shifted.

It wasn’t controlled. It wasn’t calm.

It came like an explosion—bones snapping, vision blurring, and the sensation of fire ripping through every nerve.

But it happened.

Her wolf—black as obsidian, eyes glowing silver-blue—stood trembling in the snow as Kaelen watched with something like awe.

“You broke the seal,” he whispered.

Lyra lifted her head, a howl rising from her throat. It was wild and aching and free.

But far away, in the shadows of the forest, other ears heard it too.

Shadow Ridge.

And they were already coming