ログインLyseraEmbarrassment flooded me so fast it almost made me dizzy. For a brief, desperate second, I wished the ground would split open and swallow me whole.What was that? What had I just done?Did I really just press myself against Henry like some… some wolf in heat, inhaling him like I had no control over my own body?“Feel what?” I sneered, forcing the words out, sharp and defensive. I refused to look at him. I knew what I would see if I did.Disgust. Maybe even hatred. And I already hated myself enough for what I’d just done. I didn’t need to see it reflected on his face.“The mate bond,” Henry said. His voice was calm.It pulled my gaze up despite myself and looked at him. He didn’t look calm.His jaw was tight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides like he was holding himself back from something. From touching me? From pulling me closer? His eyes— they weren’t green anymore. They were gold. The color of his wolf’s.“It’s just the mate bond,” I said quickly, the words tumblin
Author’s POVLeander moved through the forest with ease, his steps silent against the earth. He had a bow slung across his back, a freshly caught animal hanging from one hand.He was almost close to his hut when he heard the sound of hooves hitting the ground.His body stilled, and he turned around to wait for the riders. The border patrol never ventured toward his side of the forest regularly.Something must have brought them there.The moment that thought crossed his mind, a bad premonition rose in his chest, and he quickly knew why they had come. It had something to do with the pregnant woman currently occupying his hut while he was out here hunting for meat for their lunch.A moment later, the horses and their riders came into view.They were not wearing the border patrol uniform. They wore regular uniforms bearing the pack crest.Leander’s grip tightened slightly on the animal in his hand as his eyes moved across them. Their posture was rigid and alert.“Good day, gentlemen,” Lea
Author’s POVLeander moved through the forest with ease, his steps silent against the earth. He had a bow slung across his back, a freshly caught animal hanging from one hand.He was almost close to his hut when he heard the sound of hooves hitting the ground.His body stilled, and he turned around to wait for the riders. The border patrol never ventured toward his side of the forest regularly.Something must have brought them there.The moment that thought crossed his mind, a bad premonition rose in his chest, and he quickly knew why they had come. It had something to do with the pregnant woman currently occupying his hut while he was out here hunting for meat for their lunch.A moment later, the horses and their riders came into view.They were not wearing the border patrol uniform. They wore regular uniforms bearing the pack crest.Leander’s grip tightened slightly on the animal in his hand as his eyes moved across them. Their posture was rigid and alert.“Good day, gentlemen,” Lea
Author’s POVHenry did not look back as he stepped out of the room. He could still hear Isyra’s loud sobs and it tore at his heart. But even if he wished it, there was nothing that could be done The door to his chambers had barely finished closing behind him before his stride lengthened, sharp and unyielding as he moved down the corridor. Every step echoed against the stone walls, cold and deliberate, carrying with it the storm brewing beneath his skin.The air around him felt charged and heavy.Servants stepped out of his path without needing to be told. Guards straightened instinctively, lowering their heads as he passed.There was something about him in that moment—something coiled and dangerous—that warned everyone to stay away.Henry’s jaw was tight, his thoughts louder than the sound of his own footsteps.Anger simmered beneath the surface. Anger at the Moon Goddess. At fate. At everything.He had never asked for an easy life. He had never expected one. From the moment he was b
Author’s PovIsyra’s voice broke at the edges, but it did not weaken. If anything, it sharpened, cutting through the room with a desperation Henry had never heard from her before.“She will ruin us,” she said, shaking her head as if refusing the reality being forced on her. “She will ruin everything. Don’t you see that? She has always wanted what is mine. Always. Since we were children.” Her hands curled into fists in her lap. “And now you want to give her you?”Henry opened his mouth, but she didn’t let him speak.“How can you even say it so calmly?” she demanded, her voice rising. “How can you sit here and tell me that you will take her into your life after everything she’s done? After she killed our child?” Her chest heaved, breath coming faster, uneven. “How will you even look at her? How will you touch her? How will you stand it?”The words struck him harder than he expected. He felt them in his chest, in the same place the pain had flared earlier. His jaw tightened.“I don’t wan
Author’s povHenry’s steps echoed down the long hallway, soft but deliberate, as if each footfall was a drumbeat of the storm raging inside him. His hand curled tightly at his sides, slick with sweat, and the dread sitting low in his stomach gnawed at him like a living thing. He was nervous. Not the kind of nervousness he had ever felt before—not at war councils, not at battles where the pack’s lives had hung in the balance, not even at the moment he had been presented as the new Alpha. Never had he felt this way before a conversation with one person.Two voices clashed inside his head, vicious and insistent. One whispered that he was being cruel, that placing the pack’s stability above Isyra’s heart was monstrous. The other reminded him that the pack had always come first anyway, that this was the way of things, that Isyra—kind, understanding Isyra—would see the necessity if she wanted him to remain alive.They argued violently, hammering against his thoughts so hard that he felt th
Author’s POVHe was in the middle of nowhere.The grass reached his knees, pale and brittle, bending under a wind he could feel but not hear. It stretched endlessly in every direction—no trees, no hills, no water, no sky-markers to orient himself. Just grass. A flat, empty sprawl that swallowed dis
LyseraI told him everything.Once I started, I couldn’t stop. It poured out of me like something that had been dammed up for years, pressing against my ribs, choking me from the inside. My voice didn’t shake the way I expected it to. It was flat in places, sharp in others, stripped of the softness
Author’s POVHenry stood ankle-deep in water.The lake was small and shallow, the surface barely disturbed except for the faint ripples spreading out from where he stood. The water was cold enough to bite, but not enough to hurt. Pale reeds ringed the edges, bending slightly as though moved by a br
LyseraFor a long while after I fell silent, Healer Apollo said nothing.The room felt strangely small then, as though the walls had crept closer while I was talking. The quiet pressed against my ears until I almost wished he would interrupt me, accuse me of lying, do something to break the tension







