LOGINThorian's POV
"What's going on?" Some members in the meeting room paused to ask as the voices of the guards in the hallway resounded through the hall.
"I don't know…." someone was about to
respond when the door was suddenly pushed open and a guard marched in. He lowered his head as he announced the issue to the beta seated among us.
"Beta, the girl you kept in the dungeon has escaped, and lord Kaelen is greatly hurt by her," he announced.
Everyone gasped, but I could barely comprehend what was happening between them and neither did I care about them.
Whatever was going on was none of my business. I only came here for one sole reason and that I must accomplish before going back.
"Alpha, is the matter there grave? If it's not, then I would suggest the meeting be
postponed so we could all return to our various places and the beta can fully tend to the commotion," I advised when I noticed the shift on the beta's face. I could clearly tell by his expression that he wanted to stand up and immediately follow that guard out to look for the girl the guard just mentioned.
"You're right about that, Alpha Thorian. We'll continue with the meeting," the Alpha agreed, and we continued with the meeting.
Stealing a few glances at the beta, I could see that he was struggling to keep a straight face as he impatiently waited for the meeting to end so he could go. Luckily, the meeting ended shortly after.
Walking out of the meeting room, I furrowed my brows as I noticed the whole Pack was chaotic as guards ran helter-skelter. However, I was the least bothered by what they were doing, and I instead made my way out of the Pack house and into the dense forest where my wolf suddenly felt troubled.
I could feel it threatening to burst free from within me.
It felt like my insides were twisting. This was the first time something this odd had happened and I halted in my steps as the feeling heightened the more I tried to ignore it.
There was definitely danger, that must be the reason it was this troubled. I concluded as I finally paid attention to the disturbing feeling.
"What is the problem?" I inquired.
"Mate… our mate is out here, and she's in danger. She's hurt," my wolf revealed.
Mate? I had a mate and she was out here? I looked around in both confusion. I thought I didn't have a mate and This sudden information made me pause to comprehend what was actually happening. My mate was here and she was hurt?
Where was she? I lifted my head, trying to catch a smell in the air. Anything that would trigger my wolf right now would work and just as I expected, among the smell of the bushes and the smell of earth, I caught a particular smell that I hadn't perceived before.
I followed the smell without delay as I walked through the dense forest. It was already getting dark as the sun dipped into the horizon, casting an orange light around the forest. I stopped abruptly when I sighted something on the ground… or was it a person? I squinted my gaze, but the dull light made it difficult to fathom who the person was.
As I moved closer, I realized that it was a beautiful girl.
She was on my boundary. The smell was coming from her and as I walked towards her, the smell of blood was mixed with the heavenly scent. I crouched down, and I noticed that my wolf was clawing at my insides again.
What happened to her? She looked beaten and battered. Who did this to her?
Her face was covered with traces of blood and her bare skin was scarred with wounds as she laid on the ground naked.
She looked half dead and vulnerable. Something about her appearance made me gritted my teeth in fury. Taking off my coat, I draped it around her before lifting her in my arms without delay.
She needed to be taken care of as her heartbeat was gradually slowing down. Using the mind link, I quickly contacted my brother.
"Soren, I need you in my room now. I just found my mate," I said, linking him while walking faster to the Pack house. The guards around looked at her figure in my arms with concerned eyes and a few offered to help, but they thought she was just someone I had found in the woods, oblivious to the fact that she was my mate.
I couldn't blame them for that mindset as it was quite rare to find me holding another woman in my arms like this. Once I walked through the dim and quiet hallway, I finally got to my room and placed her gently on the bed.
Where was he? I mind linking him again when the door to the room was pushed open and Soren entered the room.
"What's the problem, Thorian?" Soren as he rushed into the room.
"You said you've found your mate," he sounded confused but quickly walked towards the bed to start treating her, but he halted and his gaze on her intense.
What was wrong with him? Why wasn't he checking her health like he was supposed to?
"What? Is something wrong? Is her condition that bad?" I asked as I tried to fathom his shocked expression.
"Is she dead?" My heart skipped a beat as the possibility ran through my mind.
No, I could still hear her heart beat which meant she was still alive, so why was he looking at her like that? I was slowly losing my patience, but he calmly turned to me.
"T-the girl. Your mate. She's also my mate," he revealed, leaving me stunned as I was taken aback by this revelation. My mate was
also his mate? How was this even possible?
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open and Vaelin stepped into the room.
"Brother, what's going on? I came immediately I heard your arrival," he explained while walking towards the bed but he halted few feet away as he stared down at her. His eyes widened as a look of shock was imprinted on his face.
"Mate?”
Lyra's POVBy the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine.Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face.“Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?”“Of course.”I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece.“She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.”“She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion and ove
Lyra's POV By the time Soren finally allowed visitors into the healing room, exhaustion had settled into every inch of my body, but none of it mattered against the overwhelming joy of holding our daughter against my chest, her tiny fingers curled instinctively around one of mine. Vaelin entered first, practically vibrating with barely contained excitement, Zara close behind him with a softer, more reverent expression on her face. “Let me see her,” Vaelin demanded immediately, then caught himself, glancing toward me almost sheepishly. “Sorry. May I see her?” “Of course.” I shifted slightly so he could see properly, watching his expression transform from excited energy into something much gentler the moment his eyes landed on his niece. “She’s tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one careful finger to brush against her small hand. “Thorian, she’s so tiny.” “She’s perfect,” Thorian corrected, standing close beside the bed, his hand resting protectively against my shoulder, exhaustion an
Thorian’s POV I had faced battles, ambushes, blades aimed at my throat without flinching. Nothing had ever terrified me the way the healing room did that night, watching Lyra grip the edge of the bed through another contraction, her face pale and slick with sweat, her breathing ragged with effort and pain. “You’re doing so well,” Soren said calmly, his focus entirely on Lyra despite the controlled chaos building steadily around us. The senior pack healer, an older woman named Brynna with decades of experience delivering both Lycan and hybrid births, worked alongside him with practiced efficiency. “It hurts,” Lyra gasped out, her grip on my hand tightening hard enough that I felt my own bones protest. “Thorian, it hurts so much.” “I know.” I pressed my forehead against hers, trying to project calm I didn’t entirely feel myself. “You’re so strong, Lyra. You’re doing incredible.” “Easy for you to say.” A short, strained laugh escaped me despite the gravity of the moment, some of th
Lyra's POV “Guilty,” Margret announced, the single word echoing through the silent chamber with the weight of two hundred years finally collapsing behind it. “On all counts, against all fourteen defendants, this tribunal finds full and complete guilt.” The chamber erupted, relief and grief and triumph tangling together into something I didn’t have adequate words for, even after everything we’d survived to reach this exact moment. Thorian’s hand tightened around mine, and I felt tears spilling freely down my cheeks, the months of testimony and fear and careful evidence gathering finally arriving at the conclusion we’d fought so desperately to reach. “Furthermore,” Margret continued once the chamber settled enough for her voice to carry, “by unanimous council ruling, the Severance enforcement structure, in its entirety, is hereby formally and permanently dissolved. Effective immediately, no remnant of its legal authority, its enforcement protocols, or its claimed jurisdiction over h
Lyra's POV The tribunal chamber felt different this time, heavier somehow, despite the familiar stone walls and the long table where Margret and the assembled council members sat in solemn rows. Maybe it was knowing this would be the final session. Maybe it was the weight of my own pregnancy, now impossible to hide beneath the simple dress I’d chosen for the occasion, that made everything feel more significant than it had during previous testimonies. “You’re sure you’re up for this?” Thorian murmured beside me, his hand resting protectively against the small of my back as we waited outside the chamber doors. “I’m sure.” I smoothed a hand over the curve of my stomach, feeling the small, reassuring flutter of movement beneath my palm. “This needs to end properly, Thorian. For all of us. For this baby, so they can grow up without Severance hanging over everything.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, his support steady and unwavering despite the obvious tension still lingering from his
Lyra's POVThe runner arrived just after midnight, exhausted and travel worn, carrying word that sent relief crashing through me so violently my knees nearly buckled.“He’s alive,” the runner gasped out. “Injured, but alive. They’re three hours behind me, Alpha’s orders to inform you immediately.”“Injured how badly?” I demanded, already moving toward the door despite Cecily’s restraining hand on my arm.“A blade wound along the ribs. The healer says it’s not life threatening, but it needed binding on site.”Three hours felt like an eternity. I paced the length of the courtyard despite Mira and Cecily’s combined attempts to make me sit and rest, my whole body thrumming with restless, anxious energy that refused to settle no matter how many times they reminded me the baby needed me calm. I couldn’t be calm. Not until I saw him with my own eyes.When the returning party finally crested the ridge leading into Moonveil, torches bobbi
Lyra's POVI slowly opened my eyes, a searing pain shoots through my body, making her wince. I tried to move, but a sharp stinging sensation in my limbs made me gasp. I met with an eerie silence, and the darkness seemed to press in around me. Groggily, I tried to remember where I was and what hap
Lyra's POV**The letter arrived on a Tuesday morning.I know it was a Tuesday because I had been in the garden with Thorian when the guard came, moving quickly across the grounds with that particular urgency that meant whatever he was carrying could not wait. Thorian saw him coming before I did and
Thorian's POVI had protocols for everything.That was what it meant to be an Alpha. You anticipated threats and prepared responses and built systems that could function even under pressure because pressure was inevitable and preparation was the only honest answer to it. I had spent years building
Lyra's POVThe ceremony was held three days later.Not a large gathering. Not the kind of event that required the whole pack to assemble and watch. Just something quiet and real and ours, held at sunset in the clearing behind the pack house where the trees stood tall and close and the evening light







