Masuk**From Lyra's Point of View**
The silence that followed was deep, but it wasn't the tense, waiting silence it had been before. The deep, resonant quiet that comes after a big storm, when the world is clean and holding its breath in awe. The air in the Sanctum felt different—thicker, richer, and full of potential that was both exciting and scary.
The united medallion was no longer just an object; it was a presence on the stone plinth. The obsidian sphere, with its emerald veins that pulsed with light, didn't seem to rest on the stone. Instead, it seemed to float just above it, humming with a low, deep frequency that I could feel in my bones rather than hear. It was the sound of the world breathing. A heartbeat.
Kael leaned hard against the plinth,
**Lyra's Point of View**The word "sanctuary" was relative. The Sunken Grove wasn't a safe place; it was a sensory overload. The first few days were just a test of how long you could last. It felt like breathing soup because the air was so full of life energy. Every noise was louder, and every smell was a strong mix that made my head spin. The grove's constant, low hum was a physical pressure on my eardrums, and the note was so low that it shook my bones.It was worse for Kenny. His senses were still growing, but they were being overloaded with too much information. He cried almost all the time. It was a raw, sad sound that was hard to hear over the grove's own music. He couldn't sleep because his small body was twitching and flinching at the unseen flow of energy. Kael and I took turns holding him and roc
**Kael's Point of ViewThe woman I held in my arms was my Lyra, but she wasn't. The tremors that shook her body had nothing to do with the cold. When her eyes met mine, they had a new, haunted depth, as if she had looked into an abyss so big that a part of her had been lost to its pull. The smell of the Echo-Verse stuck to her—a sterile, metallic smell of static and nothingness that made my wolf shiver with primal disgust.Her soft-spoken words cut me to the quick. *They saw me.The Steward in me quickly expanded his senses and began to explore the area. The Veil felt... strange. Not weaker, but... being watched. The land was still alive and buzzing with activity, but it was like a deer that had just sensed a predator it couldn't see and was
**Lyra's Point of ViewThe first breath I took in the Echo-Verse made me gasp and hurt my lungs. It wasn't really air. It was the ghost of air, thin, cold, and tasting like static and old graves. The psychic pressure hit me right away and was huge. It felt like a weight on my soul that would crush my mind. The golden thread that connected me to Kenny, my lifeline, shone brightly in my mind, like a single, defiant star in a sea of gray.The Sanctum around me was dead inside. The glowing runes had turned into scab-like growths that gave off a faint, glowing light. The living roots that made up the door frame were dead and dry, and their bright green color had turned into a sickly white. The stone itself looked like it was crying a thin, black sludge. This wasn't a place. It was a look at a place's body.
**Lyra's Point of View**The message changed everything. It was a line in the sand of our reality, a declaration of war that was both scary and clear. The vague, existential fear that had been bothering us for months now had a name and a face: the Others, who had no face and only one goal. They didn't want our world. They wanted the key that would let them in. They wanted my kid.Our home had turned into a fortress, and it felt less like a safe place and more like a gilded cage. Every shadow seemed to hold a new threat, and every time the leaves outside our window rustled, it felt like an invasion was about to happen. Kael's Steward senses, which used to give him comfort and connection, were now on high alert, like a constant, humming alarm system that could go off at any time, in any way.&n
**Kael's Point of ViewThe change in the pack didn't happen all at once. It was a slow, quiet thaw, like the first warm breath of spring on a frozen landscape. People told each other about what happened with Liana, and the story grew softer with each telling. *The Bridge made her tears stop hurting. It wasn't a story of judgment; it was one of comfort.Before, people had looked at Kenny with wary glances. Now, they looked at him with hesitant curiosity and, at times, a flicker of desperate hope. The facade of perfect harmony that I had worked so hard to keep up began to feel less like something I had to do and more like a prison we were all slowly, gratefully, getting out of.The change in me was the most important. The constant, grinding pressure
**Lyra's point of view**The change in our rooms was as small and big as the first green shoot coming up through the hard ground of winter. There were no longer unspoken accusations in the air. Instead, it had a tentative, fragile peace that gave people a chance to start rebuilding. Kael's apology and openness had changed everything. The Alpha had bowed his head, and in doing so, he had become a father again.Kenny, who was aware of how his home life was changing, showed it. The cautious, watchful stillness that had begun to cover him went away. His babbling came back, full of the happy, curious rhythm of a baby discovering the world. But the new awareness was still there, a quiet feeling that was always there. We had to guide it; we couldn't ignore it.







