로그인Lyra's POV"What business brings you here?" one of the guards asked, his sharp eyes carefully studying me."I am Lyra Ashfield," I replied, forcing myself to sound calm. "My grandfather submitted my documents a month ago. I'm one of the newly hired servants."The name still felt foreign on my tongue.For weeks, Grandpa had repeatedly reminded me never to forget it. From this day forward, I was no longer Lyra Ashwood. That name had to remain buried along with my past.Of all Grandpa's warnings, one echoed the loudest in my mind. Inside Dravenford Estate, I had to remain nothing more than a powerless Omega.Whatever happened I could never allow anyone to see my wolf.The guard glanced down at the tablet in his hand before giving a small nod."You're on the final list."Relief quietly settled over me.He handed me a temporary identification badge."Wear this where it's visible at all times," he instructed. "Go straight to the main mansion and look for the head housekeeper. She'll be expe
Lyra's POThe days that followed were unlike anything I had ever experienced.Grandpa stopped training me in swordsmanship, archery, and hand-to-hand combat. Instead, every lesson revolved around my wolf.He taught me how to listen to it instead of fighting against it. How to remain calm when my instincts threatened to take over. How to shift without fear and, more importantly, how to return to my human form.At first, I failed miserably.Every transformation left me exhausted, and more than once, I found myself trapped in my wolf form, unable to become human again. Panic would consume me every time, convinced I would spend the rest of my life as the very creature I despised.But Grandpa never lost his patience.Again and again, he guided me through every transformation until little by little, I began to understand the wolf living inside me."You've been fighting your wolf for ten years without realizing it," Grandpa told me one afternoon. "Stop treating it as your enemy, Lyra. Your w
Lyra's POV"Cole is the heart of the Dravenford bloodline. Killing him will be the greatest revenge you can inflict upon the family that murdered your parents." Grandpa said after a long moment of silence.His eyes darkened."And if fate is on your side," he whispered, "don't stop until every Dravenford who shares his bloodline has paid for what they did to your family."Before I could ask another question, a strange heat spread through my body.At first, it felt like a fever. Then it became unbearable.I gasped as a sharp pain shot through my chest. My entire body stiffened, and every muscle tensed at once."What..." My voice trembled. "What's happening to me?"Grandpa was already on his feet."It's starting." His words barely reached me before another wave of pain crashed through my body.I screamed. It felt as though every bone inside me was being ripped apart and rebuilt at the same time. My fingers dug into the wooden floor until my nails split, but the pain only grew worse."Gra
Lyra's POVI frantically looked around the cabin, expecting wolves to burst through the door, but the room was quiet. A single candle flickered on the wooden table, its warm glow dancing across the walls.It was already night. Grandpa must have lit the candle while I was asleep.My gaze searched the room until it finally landed on him. He was sitting on the wooden floor a few feet away, his back resting against the wall, watching me in complete silence.Relief washed over me, but it quickly gave way to confusion."Grandpa?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Why am I chained up?""Lyra," Grandpa said quietly, "it is time for you to know the truth."I stared at him, unable to understand what he meant."What are you talking about?" I asked. "If you wanted to tell me something important, why chain me up like this? Let me go, Grandpa. I'm exhausted. All I wanted was to rest on my birthday."To my surprise, a faint, humorless laugh escaped him."I can't," he said, his expression heavy with
Lyra's POV I lifted my bow, nocked an arrow, and aimed at the target. "Your elbow is too high," Grandpa said. I corrected it immediately. "Feet." I adjusted my stance. "Breathe." "I know how to breathe, Grandpa." "Then do it properly."I clenched my jaw but obeyed, forcing the nightmare from my mind.I released the arrow. It sliced through the morning mist and struck the exact center of the target. Bullseye. A satisfied smile tugged at my lips. "See that?" I asked proudly. "You hesitated," Grandpa replied. "It still hit the center." "A dead enemy won't care if you hit the center after hesitating." I glared at him. "You really know how to ruin a good moment." "I know how to keep you alive."His words settled heavily inside my chest.Grandpa had kept me alive for the past ten years. He had found me that night, saved me, raised me, and trained me.He loved me in the only way he knew how, by pushing me beyond my limits and making sure I lived long enough to face the world
Lyra's POV"Run!" My mother's terrified scream shattered the silence of our home.I was only eight years old.Our mansion stood on top of a hill overlooking the city below. It had always felt untouchable, hidden behind towering pine trees and surrounded by acres of private land. My father used to tell me no one could ever reach us there.He had been wrong.The walls trembled as another deafening crash echoed through the house. Glass shattered. Furniture splintered. Terrifying growls reverberated through every hallway.Wolves. They were inside our home.My father burst into my bedroom, his clothes stained with blood. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway."Dad..." My voice trembled. "What's happening?""Don't let go of my hand," he said urgently.Another roar shook the entire mansion. Then I heard my mother's scream. We hurried downstairs and found her struggling toward us. One hand supported her swollen stomach while the other held onto the railing for bala







