تسجيل الدخولLyra's POVThree weeks into my training, Nicholas finally agreed to let me join a hunting party.“You stay close to me,” he said, strapping a blade to his hip. “You see trouble, you run. You don't fight. You run.” I crossed my arms with a frown. “I can fight." "You can spar, Lyra. Fighting is different.” His eyes met mine, dark and serious. “Promise me you won't try to be a hero today.”“I promise.” He didn't look like he believed me. But he nodded anyway.The hunting party was small—Nicholas, I, and two other rogues named Finn and Marta. Finn was broad-shouldered, with a scar across his throat that had healed wrong. Marta was lean and quiet, her eyes always scanning.“New blood,” Finn said, looking me up and down. "Is she ready for this?”“She's ready,” Nicholas said.Finn grunted, not believing him. “She doesn't look ready.”“She set three Lycans on fire last week,” Marta said flatly. “What did you do last week, Finn?”That made me laugh and helped in shutting Finn up.We moved thro
Lyra's POVThe dreams did not stop.Every night, the Rogue King returned. Every night, he whispered the same words."Join me, daughter. You have my blood. You have my fire. Together, we will burn them all."And every night, I woke with silver flames curling off my skin and Nicholas's name on my lips."You need to tell him," Raven said one morning, shoving a plate of bread and dried meat into my hands."Tell who what?""Tell Nicholas that the dreams are getting worse. And tell him that your father knows exactly where you are."I bit into the bread to avoid answering.Raven wasn't fooled. "You're not protecting him by staying silent, little bird. You're just making him worry more."I looked across the camp. Nicholas stood by the eastern treeline, speaking with two scouts. His arms were crossed. His jaw was tight. Even from here, I could see the tension in his shoulders.He'd been sleeping less. I'd noticed.Because I'd been watching him, too."After training," I said finally.Raven grunt
Nicholas's POV:I was a fool.I'd told myself I wouldn't fall for her. Made a promise under the dawn sky. And then I'd gone and brushed her hair from her face like some lovesick pup.Raven was going to mock me mercilessly.Even as I walked back to my tent, my hands in my pockets and my wolf pacing contentedly, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.She needed to know that I cared.Not because I expected anything. Not because I wanted to pressure her. But because she had spent her entire life being told she was worthless, and someone needed to tell her the truth.She was extraordinary.And if Aiden Claw was too blind to see it, then he didn't deserve the bond the Goddess had given him.“You told her.”Raven sat outside my tent, sharpening a blade by lantern light. She didn't look up.“I told her,” I admitted.Raven grunted. “How'd she take it?”“I don't know. She didn't run away.”“Running away is overrated.” Raven said, testing the blade's edge with her thumb. “I ran away from my pack
Lyra's POVWe walked to the edge of the camp, where a cliff overlooked the valley. The moon hung low and heavy, painting everything silver.“You're getting stronger,” Nicholas said, walking past me.“You sound surprised.”“I'm not surprised. I'm happy.” He leaned against a boulder, arms crossed. “There's a difference.”I stood at the cliff's edge, staring at the dark trees below. Somewhere out there, Howler Pack lands waited. Aiden waited. The life I'd been promised waited.None of it felt real anymore.“Have you ever gone back?” I asked. “To your old pack?”Nicholas was quiet for a long moment, like he was weighing his answer.“Once,” he said. “A year after they exiled me.”“What happened?”He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. “I walked through the village at dawn. Watched the baker open his shop. Watched the children run to the training yard.”“Did anyone recognize you?”“No.” His voice was flat as he answered. “The Alpha who cast me out was dead. Killed by his own greed when a
Lyra’s POVThe silver fire came easier after that night.Not always, or on command, but it wasn’t hiding from me anymore.“Again,” Raven said. We stood in the clearing at dusk, the sky bleeding into deep orange and violet. The air was thick with heat and dust, clinging to my skin, settling into every bruise and cut like it belonged there. My body screamed at me to rest. Every muscle ached. My ribs still hadn’t fully recovered. My palms were raw beneath the wraps.But the fire — The fire pulsed softly beneath my skin.“I'm trying,” I panted.“Trying gets you killed.” She yelled, circling me slowly, her boots silent against the dirt, her gaze sharp and unrelenting. She moved like a predator—calm, patient, and certain.“The fire isn't a party trick, little bird,” she continued. “It’s survival. So stop trying… and start doing.”I clenched my fists. Nothing.The silence pressed in. My chest rose and fell unevenly as frustration curled tight in my gut.Come on!I forced my breathing to st
Aiden’s POV Three weeks had passed since I rejected Lyra, and somehow the packhouse felt like it had been hollowed out from the inside.Nothing had changed. And everything had appeared like it had changed.The halls were still the same—stone walls, high ceilings, guards at every post. Servants still moved quietly through their duties. The scent of the pack still clung to every corner.But something vital was missing.Her.I noticed it in ways I hadn’t expected.The training yard felt colder in the mornings. The kitchen's quieter at night. Even the air in my chambers carried a strange emptiness, like something warm had been stripped away and replaced with nothing.It made no sense. I had felt something for her even before the royal mating ball. But not so strong to feel her absence the way I did.She had been an omega. Barely acknowledged. Barely seen.And yet now—every corridor held her ghost.“She's gone, Aiden.”Zylia’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.I didn’t look up;







