ANDREW
I find Lyra and Alva sitting in the kitchen chatting like old friends. Both of them look tired and worrisome, as if they have been crying all day. Lyra tries to put on a cheerful smile for me when she sees me come into the kitchen, but I can see that her eyes are filled with burden. Maybe I should not have left her with Alva all day. Maybe the training was too much for her. Lyra’s powers are new after all.
“Oh, Andrew. I did not expect you back so soon,” Alva says gently. “I am feeling a wee bit tired. If you do not mind I think I will take off for the evening. I am sure you all can find Lyra something more to eat than poptarts for dinner.” Alva’s eyes look tired, and she looks weaker than I have ever seen her before.
“Of course,” I say as I pat her gently on the shoulder. “You may take tomorrow as well if you need.”
Alva stumbles a little trying to get to her feet. She catches herself on
ANDREWLyra has not left the guest room in several days, expect for to come down and check on Alva. While at a pack meeting, she moved all of her belongings out of my bedroom and changed the lock on the guest bedroom door. Every time I walk past the door, I want to break it down in anger. Brax has gone silent in my head for upsetting our mate and Alva, too, seems to be irritated with my actions. “How dare you treat your mate in such a manor?” Alva says as she tries to push herself up in the bed. “I told you to protect her. Now the child is in here everyday trying to figure out how to give me my power back.” Helping Alva sit up, I place several pillows behind her back. “I do not know how to fix this,” I admit. “She wants me to reject her so she can leave.”“I told you to protect her,” Alva fusses at me like she did when I was a pup. “Fix it.”Nodding at Alva, I open the door t
ANDREWAll day. Lyra and James have been gone all day. It is getting closer to midnight, and I am starting to get worried. I have tried to mind link James several times, but I only hit a mental wall. I know his phone is full of unread text messages and missed calls from me and yet no response. Just when I am ready to head out and look for them, I hear Lyra and James as they burst through the front door. Both of them are laughing like they are old friends. Turning the corner into the hallway, I see them linked arm and arm trying to squeeze through the door at the same time. Lyra falls through the door flat on her face taking James down with her. They are both lying on the floor trying to stifle their giggles.James pushes himself up and leans himself back against the door frame, holding out a hand for Lyra. Lyra rolls over to her back and bursts into another fit of laughter. “Shhhhhhhh,”
LYRA Leaving me to get myself cleaned up, Andrew heads downstairs to prepare for my father’s arrival. I was given strict instructions not to leave the bedroom, to which I only rolled my eyes. At some point I will have to face my father. Stepping into the shower I try to formulate a plan to separate my brother from my father. I know I only need a few moments to transfer my thoughts to him, a few moments to show him what my father has planned.As I turn off the shower I hear raised voices inside and outside of the packhouse. Running to the bedroom window I look out and see a group of my father’s warriors surrounded by warriors from the Red River Pack. “Shit,” I grumble to myself as I throw my clothes on over my wet body. Looking down the stairs I see my father and Andrew standing nose to nose screaming obscenities at one another. My brother is restraining James and Cain is standing off to the side with a smug look upon his face. &
ANDREWLooking down at Lyra’s body, she is still in wolf form. Normally when a wolf is knocked unconscious they shift back to their human form, but Lyra’s silver wolf is in control of her body. Even as a wolf she is small. I pick her up and carry her into the packhouse and lay her in my bed. Her breathing appears stable, but I mind link the pack doctor anyway. Goddess knows there are many men out there that need attending to as well. Peering out of the window I see both packs attending to their dead. The yard in front of the packhouse is littered with bodies. Some of the bodies are still in wolf form, others have shifted back. Normally we would burn the enemy bodies but as a peace offering I am willing to let them return home to their families. The wounded are sitting off to the side, trying to rest to speed up their healing. I cannot help but think what a waste all of this was.
JAMESAndrew’s bedroom door slams behind me and it makes me jump. Looking around Andrew’s bedroom, I can feel anxiety rising in my chest. I have been in this room thousands of times before but now it feels like I am an intruder. “I should not be here,” I mumble to myself.“She needs you,” my wolf, Ajax whispers in my mind. I look over to Lyra’s wolf form laying on the bed and it is like I am drawn to her; I cannot stop my feet from moving to her side. The sunlight filtering in through the blinds hits her silver fur and it glitters under the sun beams. I cannot help but reach out and stroke her gently on the side. If she feels my touch she does not react to it. Her chest rises and falls evenly in her sleep and every once and a while a little huff leaves her muzzle. Lyra’s wolf form is just as beautiful as her human form, and I can feel jealousy rising in my chest. “She will never belong to me,”
ANDREWTwo days. It has been two days that Lyra has been sleeping. James stays with her during the day while I attend to the pack, and I stay with her at night. We barely speak to one another anymore. Just a grumbled “hello,” as we pass each other in the halls. As much as I hate to admit it, I miss my best friend. On days that I can come home early I peek in on James and Lyra. His attention never waivers from her. I find him reading to her, gently combing out her hair, and telling her stories. Jealousy fills my soul when I watch them together. Her face is always peaceful when he is around, as if she can feel his presence and it calms her. She never looks as peaceful when I curl up beside her at night. “If she continues to stay out much long we will need to move her to the hospital,” the pack doctor says as he carefully takes Lyra’s vitals.“Absolutely not,” I growl. “She is not leaving this house.”Th
LYRAEverything is black, and then I hear a little voice counting. “One, Two, Four, Five, Seven…”Another voice breaks through the darkness in my mind. “Emerson,” the little voice squeals. “You have got the numbers all wrong again.”Slowly my vision comes into view, and I am in the stables at Silver Wolf. But the stables are different. The stalls are full of horses, they have never been full before. I slowly walk towards Snowflake’s stall, relishing in the feel of the straw underneath my feet. A feeling of shock overwhelms my body when I see her. Her beautiful white coat has turned gray, and she looks so much older. “Oh my sweet Snowflake,” I cry as she nuzzles her nose in my hair.“Ready or not, Mommy,” one of the little voices yells. “Here we come.”Before I know what is happening my fe
LYRA“You… You have to leave.” Andrew threatens.“Right. Already planned on it.” James says cheekily.In this moment I can only think of my arms around the little blonde-haired boy in my vision and the ache that I felt as he disappeared from my arms. Alva always said that that the future was fickle. One wrong moment could change everything. And here I am, standing in the wrong moment. I reach in my mind for the vision of the future, and it is gone. Just a faded memory burned into my brain. Andrew stomps back into the house, leaving James laying on the ground. Bending down over James, I use the hem of my dress to try and clean up his wounds, but he only pushes my hands away. “Please,” I beg. “Let me help.”“The less we touch the better.” James breathes out heavily. “It will make it easier when I leave.”“My heart is already broken,” I admit. “I j