LOGINFreya’s POV“Why were you crying?”Lyra’s red eyes lifted to meet mine, they were swollen from a night that clearly hadn’t given her rest. She sat on the edge of her bed, fingers clenched tightly into the sheets as if they were the only thing holding her together from tearing apart.“I wasn’t crying,” she said quickly, wiping her eyes.I raised a brow, wondering if she took me for a fool. “Lyra...”“I said I wasn’t crying,” she repeated, more firmly this time, even though her voice was literally shaking.I kept quiet, thinking thoroughly about my next words. I exhaled slowly, stepping closer. “Fine. You weren’t crying,” I murmured with a smile. “You just… decided to stare at the wall all night and forget how to blink, right?”Her lips twitched slightly at my little joke, but the sadness didn’t leave her eyes.“Freya…” she whispered, “do you think I’m foolish?”The question caught me off guard, as I wasn't expecting that.“No,” I said immediately.She let out a shaky breath that she ha
Lyra’s POV“And why is that?” he asked.I held his gaze for the longest time, trying to see through him. “Because you’re hiding something from me.”“You’re beginning to imagine things.”“No,” I said quietly, sure of what I’d seen. “I’m noticing things that shouldn’t be there in the first place.”His eyes narrowed slowly for a second.“What things are you talking about?”I hesitated, contemplating how to present it. Suddenly, Freya’s earlier words echoed in my mind.“Watch. Listen. The danger you seek is in the shadows.”That made my pulse quicken.“You avoid looking at me,” I said slowly. “You’re always somewhere else when I’m with you. Always distracted. And when I speak, it’s like you’re only half there most of the time.” He didn’t respond, just kept quiet. So I stepped closer to draw his attention. “And Seraphina,” I added.The moment I said her name, it did what my entire speech couldn’t. His body went rigid, and I knew there was more to it than he was saying.“You haven’t punishe
Lyra’s POV“Why didn’t you do anything till this moment?”Kieran didn’t move or say anything immediately. It was more like he was buying time to figure out how to reply to my question without letting on that something wasn't right since he returned.He stood quietly by the window, his back to me. But the morning light aided in carving his tall frame into something very distant… and unreachable.“Lyra,” he said finally, his voice coming out very low, yet controlled. “This isn’t something you just jump into without making inquiries.”“How you really making inquiries?” I let out a small laugh—which was humourless, by the way. “And this isn’t how you treat someone you call your Luna.”That got his attention as I wanted it to. He turned slowly to face me, his eyes locking onto mine too deeply, and for a second... I saw something that made my heart leap.I was sure it wasn't anger, but something much heavier.“What exactly are you talking about?” he asked softly. That made my chest tighten
Lyra's POV“I mean… I admit there seem to be things about him you may not understand right now,” she said finally, her voice low but heavy with truths she refused to discuss. “And right now, revealing them to you especially now might change everything between us, and even with him.”“Change everything? Freya… are you in any way saying he’s…” I stopped myself, my heart pounding uncontrollably. “Are you saying he might not be as trustworthy as I always consider him to be?”She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a brief moment as I watched her. “I can’t say that for sure. But all I can say is… you must be careful. Observe keenly from a distance. Listen. Watch for what isn’t said, for what’s in the shadows. That’s exactly where danger hides without anyone suspecting.”“Then give me the chance to be truly careful. Let me watch. Don’t keep me out of this, Freya. I can’t… I can’t stand being blind anymore.”Her eyes opened slowly, carefully study
Lyra’s POV“Freya,” I called cautiously, stepping closer as she organized the trays in the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?”She looked up quickly, her eyes guarded, her hands pausing mid-motion. “Of course. Go ahead,” she said, her voice steady—but something in it made me tense.“It’s about Seraphina,” I said, lowering my voice, unsure how to phrase it without sounding accusatory. “I’ve noticed some things, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about it.”Her eyebrows knitted together slightly, concern flickering across her face. “Not everything you see is what it seems, Lyra,” she said, picking up a tray with deliberate calm and avoiding my gaze.“But it doesn’t feel like that to me,” I pressed, stepping closer. “She’s always around these days. I see traces of her—even her choking perfume, people are whispering out of place. And every time you’re near me, you seem different. Mostly very nervous.”Freya stiffened, but she didn’t turn to face me. “I’m just careful, tha
Freya’s POV“Freya…” The voice was timid, almost a whisper. I looked up from the pile of freshly laundered sheets—as I’d been doing more laundry than necessary these days, just to keep my mind distracted. Turning, I found one of the Lyra Omega guards, a girl named Maris, hovering nervously near the doorway. Her hands twisted the edge of her apron like she was wringing out a secret.“What is it?” I asked, setting the sheets down carefully, my eyes narrowing. I could feel it, the tension in her, the unspoken fear she carried.“I… I think I saw Lady Seraphina last night,” she began hesitantly, glancing over her shoulder as though the walls themselves might be listening. “I saw her near… inside the Alpha’s study.”I stiffened at the mention of Alpha Kieran. My hands gripped the edge of the table more tightly.“Inside his study?” I repeated, my voice calm and measured, but every nerve in my body fought vigorously. “And what were you doing out at that hour?”She blinked rapidly, unsure how
Lyra’s POVI didn’t want to sleep. Not after the claws. Not after Seraphina’s whispers. But exhaustion dragged me under like a current, and the dream came with it.Only this time, it didn’t wait for me to settle.I opened my eyes to the forest, already ablaze. Smoke stung my throat, sparks hissed i
Lyra’s POV"You still haven't answered my question," I pressed on, holding my ground to get a response from the copper haired Beta, his eyes burning deeply into mine."Who are you? Why should I trust any word that comes from your mouth?"He shifted his head one side, obviously frustrated by my pers
Lyra’s POV“Alpha Kieran!” His name left my lips before I could stop it. It was loud enough to wake the silence in the chamber.He was standing by the windows again, like his mind was crowded by different thoughts, and he stared out to the point where it seemed he could get the answers he's looking
Lyra’s POVThe morning began with confidence I didn’t own. I carried the tray steady, the cups polished, the bread warm. My body hummed with a new rhythm, but I told myself I could hold it together.Kieran sat at the head of the table. Lady Seraphina beside him.Her laughter lilted like perfume, so







