MasukThe interior of the Shadow City was a masterpiece of geometry and grief. Every archway was etched with the names of the "Unwanted," those who had been rejected by the packs over the centuries and found refuge in the Void. The light here was soft, a permanent twilight that smelled of lavender and old paper.
Lyra sat in a high-backed chair in the Queen’s private solar, her hand resting on Kaelen’s shoulder. The boy was finally asleep, his head in her lap, his breathing a rhythmic, peaceful counterpoint to the tension in the room.Across from her sat her mother, the Silver-Crest Queen. She was drinking a pale, glowing tea, her gaze never leaving Lyra’s face."You have the Shadow-Raven’s eyes," the Queen said, her voice a low, melodic vibration. "I saw them in my dreams during the long years in the ice. I saw a white wolf with sapphire eyes standing over the ruins of Blackwood. I knew you would survive, Lyra. The Star-Born blood is too stubborn to die in a forThe golden world was a hell of heat and light. Lyra felt her shadow-wings being incinerated by the raw, celestial power of the Sun King. She was suspended in a cage of golden fire, her sapphire eyes forced open to witness the destruction of the North.Below her, the Silver Peaks were being turned into a desert of glass. The Blackwood Keep was a memory. The Shadow Claws were a myth."Look at them, Lyra Thorne," the Sun King said, his voice a sound of pure, vibrating gold that made her soul bleed. "Look at the 'Strong' people you built. They are nothing but ants in the face of the sun. The Moon was weak. She loved the reflection. I love the fire."He stood before her, his face a perfect, terrifying copy of Silas Blackwood’s. He reached out and touched her cheek, his fingers leaving trails of scorched skin."You are the perfect vessel," he whispered. "A woman who has survived the dark can survive the heat. You will be my new moon. You will reflect my
The manifestation of the Moon Goddess was a phenomenon that the werewolf world was not built to survive. As her bone-white feet touched the peaks of the Silver Mountains, the ground didn't just shake; it liquefied. Stone turned to steam, and the ancient pine forests were incinerated by the raw, celestial heat of her presence.Lyra stood at the center of the Blackwood Keep, her sapphire eyes fixed on the goddess. She felt the weight of her heritage—the Silver-Crest blood that had been a curse for a thousand years. She realized that her mother was right; she was the only sacrifice the goddess would accept. But her mother was wrong about the reason.The goddess didn't want Lyra’s death. She wanted her erasure."You are the anomaly, Lyra Thorne," the Goddess’s voice boomed, a sound of pure, vibrating silver that made the very air turn to ice. "You are the shadow that learned how to shine. You are the rogue who dared to build a kingdom in the dark. I created th
The arrival of the First Mate changed the atmospheric pressure of the Blackwood Keep. It was no longer a battlefield; it was a courtroom of the gods. The silver man stood in the center of the crater, his presence so intense that the Shadow Claws and the pack warriors alike were forced to their knees. Only Lyra, Silas, and Kaelen remained standing—three pillars of defiance in a world of silver-and-shadow."I am Aethelred," the man said, his voice a sound of pure, celestial music that made Lyra’s ears bleed. "I am the original bond. I am the reason the Goddess still breathes. And you, Silas Blackwood... you are a glitch in the lineage. A broken thing that has been unwoven and remade in a dirty void."Silas didn't flinch. He stood tall, his gold-and-sapphire skin glowing with a quiet, yet absolute, resolve. "I am the man who stayed. You are the man who watched a goddess turn into a monster and did nothing. You aren't a mate, Aethelred. You’re a parasite."Aet
Silas Blackwood had spent three years running from the ghost of the woman he had rejected. Now, as he knelt in the shattered remains of the Blackwood courtyard, he realized that the ghost was the only thing holding the world together.He looked at the scene before him. Lyra was suspended in a cocoon of violet light, her mother’s silver spear glowing within her chest like a second heart. The Silver-Crest Queen was paralyzed, her eyes wide with a terrifying, silver-mirrored shock as Lyra’s aura began to consume her own."Lyra..." Silas whispered, his gold-and-sapphire skin dimming. The effort of the strike had drained him, the unweaving of his soul leaving him with a power that was as volatile as it was immense.He felt Kaelen’s hand on his shoulder. The boy was looking at the Goddess in the sky, his face a mask of absolute, unshakeable defiance."She’s not coming back as she was, Alpha," Kaelen said, the title 'Alpha' sounding like a distant memory
The white world was not a place; it was a frequency. It was the sound of a thousand glass bells shattering at once, a crystalline silence that tasted of ozone and ancient regret. Lyra looked down at the silver spear protruding from her sternum. It didn't burn like the silver of the Blackwood pack; it sang. It hummed with the history of a bloodline that had been hunted to the brink of extinction.She looked up at her mother. The Silver-Crest Queen stood over her, her face a mask of ethereal, sorrowful madness. The silver in her eyes had turned into liquid mirrors, reflecting a world that was already burning."Why?" Lyra managed to whisper, the word a puff of silver mist in the void."Because the Goddess is hungry, Lyra," her mother replied, her voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere. "The Star-Born was never meant to be a ruler. We were meant to be the fuel. Our blood is the only thing that can quench the Moon’s thirst for the Shadow. By killing you now,
The darkness did not last. It was replaced by a silence so profound it felt like the end of time.Lyra found herself standing on the Great Bridge. The smoke-floor was gone, replaced by a river of liquid starlight. Silas lay on the edge of the river, his obsidian hair fanned out in the water, his chest perfectly still.Isabella Vance was gone, her body turned to ash by the golden feedback of Fenris’s explosion.Kaelen was kneeling beside Silas, his small hands pressed against his father’s chest. The boy wasn't crying; he was focused, his stormy sea eyes glowing with a power that made the starlight-river ripple."Kaelen, no!" Lyra cried, landing beside them. "You’re too young! The feedback will take you too!""He is his father’s son, Lyra," Fenris’s voice said from the shadows.The First Wolf stepped forward, his liquid-gold eyes full of a deep, ancient wisdom. "He is the bridge. He is the only one who can mend the soul that was un







