ログイン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 POVHenry came back to himself slowly, like a man dragged up from deep water.The first thing he noticed was the scent in the air.It was sharp and heavy, thick with crushed herbs and something bitter that clung to the back of his throat. It filled the air so completely that it almost masked the faint scent of ink and parchments that lingered beneath it.The second thing he noticed was the floor. It was hard, cold and unforgiving beneath his back.His brows pulled together slightly as memory began to return in fragments—talking about rejecting Lysera, the pressure in his chest, the way his vision had gone dark too quickly. The sharp, tearing pain that had dropped him without warning.Henry inhaled slowly, testing his lungs, then pushed himself up onto his elbows. His muscles protested, but they obeyed.“You’re awake.” A voice said calmly.Henry lifted his gaze. Healer Apollo stood a few feet away, arms folded behind his back, his expression grim and unreadable. He made no mov
Lysera I woke again with a sharp gasp, like my body had forgotten how to breathe and was only just remembering.Air rushed into my lungs in uneven bursts. My chest rose too fast, too hard, like I had been running for miles instead of lying still. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. Everything felt wrong. My body. My head. My heart.Especially my heart.It hurt.Not the pounding ache from before. This was different. A tightness. A lingering squeeze that made me afraid to take in too much air at once, like if I did, something inside me would snap.I stayed still, staring at the thatched ceiling above me, trying to steady my breathing.In.Out.Slow.But my chest still felt strange.A memory flickered—Pain. Crushing pain in my chest. Darkness swallowing me whole.My fingers curled weakly against the hard wooden surface beneath me. I almost died. What has caused that pain? One minute I was fine and then the next I was gasping for breath.The door creaked open. My head turned s
LyseraI woke up slowly.It felt like I was being dragged up from deep water, my body heavy and uncooperative. My head throbbed with a dull, pounding ache that made it hard to even think. For a long moment, I didn’t open my eyes. I just lay there, breathing shallowly, trying to understand why everything hurt.The surface beneath me was hard. Too hard.My back protested immediately, a sharp discomfort spreading along my spine. Even in my parents’ house, I had never slept on something this rigid. The bed in my room at the pack house had always been soft, layered with thick furs and cushions that made sinking into it feel like disappearing into warmth.This felt like wood. Rough and unforgiving. Who slept on something as hard as this?I shifted slightly and winced as the movement sent a fresh wave of pain through my head.Slowly, I forced my eyes open.The light from the small window in the room stabbed into my vision at once, making me flinch. For a moment everything was blurry, shapes
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
Lysera The air became charged as Henry’s anger flooded the room, raw and undeniable, until I could taste it on my tongue. Sweat broke out along my spine. My hands began to shake, the cutlery rattling faintly against the plate as his presence bore down on everyone In the great living room. No matt
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
LyseraI lay on my back, staring at the pale blue ceiling, my eyes fixed on a single dark spot near the corner where a spider was patiently building its web.It moved with slow, deliberate care—stretching, anchoring, retreating, returning again—its tiny body a quiet rhythm against the stillness of







