(Ash’s POV)
I’ve always imagined what my mate would be like. Would she be gentle and kind, or fierce and wild? Would she be someone I’d need to protect… or someone strong enough to stand beside me? I sighed, staring at the ceiling. Maybe I was overthinking it. Just then—BAM! The door slammed open, and in walked the biggest menace in my life—Aiden. “Pack your bags, brother. We’re changing schools.” I frowned. “What? Why?” Aiden grinned, completely unbothered. “Because I beat the hell out of some idiot.” Of course, he did. I sighed, rubbing my temples. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He flopped onto my bed. “Nope. Dad says we’re transferring. Some fancy academy. Sounds boring as hell.” I groaned. New school, new people… great. “You coming, or do I have to drag you out?” Aiden smirked. I scowled. “I hate you.” “Love you too, bro.” I stormed downstairs, my jaw clenched. There was no way I was doing this without a fight. “Mom!” I called, stepping into the kitchen. She was humming, completely unbothered. Aiden, the traitor, was already there—half-hugging her like a little kid. “Oh, my babies,” Mom cooed, running her fingers through Aiden’s hair. He leaned into it, smirking at me. I crossed my arms. “Mom, we’re not babies.” She gasped dramatically. “You’ll always be my babies.” Aiden grinned. “You hear that, Ash? You’re Mommy’s little baby.” I shot him a glare. “Shut up.” Mom chuckled. “Now, what’s all this fuss about?” I exhaled. “Mom, a human school? Seriously?” She wiped her hands on a towel, her expression soft but firm. “Yes, Ash. It’ll be good for you boys. You need to learn how to live among humans.” “We don’t belong there,” I argued. “It’s a waste of time.” Mom raised an eyebrow. “And what, staying here all day sparring with your brother is more productive?” Aiden snickered. “She has a point.” I scowled at him. “You’re the reason we’re in this mess!” Mom sighed, placing a hand on my cheek. “Just give it a chance, sweetheart.” I groaned, knowing I’d lost. Aiden patted my back, grinning. “Come on, bro. Maybe we’ll meet some interesting people.” I highly doubted that. FIRST DAY AT A NEW SCHOOL 🔥 The moment we stepped into the school, I knew I didn’t belong. The halls were filled with humans—chatting, laughing, completely unaware that two werewolves had just entered their world. Aiden, of course, looked thrilled. “Man, look at all these people. This might not be so bad,” he mused, scanning the crowd. I just sighed, pulling my hoodie up. I wanted to be anywhere but here. Then—I saw her. A girl with long silver hair, walking through the hallway, completely unaware of the chaos she was about to cause in my life. The second our eyes met, my wolf roared. "MATE." A deep, possessive growl rumbled in my chest, and I had to grip the locker beside me to stay in control. My wolf wanted out. Now. Not here. Not now. I forced myself to look away, breathing heavily. But Aiden was already watching me. “What the hell was that?” he whispered. I clenched my jaw. “Nothing.” He raised an eyebrow. “Ash, I know you. That was not nothing.” I exhaled sharply, lowering my voice. “She’s my mate.” Aiden’s eyes widened. “Wait—what? You’re mated to a human?” I nodded stiffly. “And she might not even feel it.” For the first time, Aiden didn’t have a snarky comment. He just stared at me, realizing exactly how messed up this situation was. And I had no idea what to do next.{Lyra’s POV}Lying in bed all day was beginning to drive me crazy.The room was lovely—soft sheets, the scent of lavender in the air, and sunlight gently spilling in from the arched windows—but I felt caged. Like a porcelain doll, too fragile to be moved.I sat up slowly, wincing just a little. “I want to go outside,” I said.Ash looked up from the book he was pretending to read, and Aiden perked immediately from the corner, where he’d been folding and refolding a shirt for the tenth time.“Outside?” Aiden asked, like I’d just suggested skydiving off the roof. “Are you sure?”“I’m not made of glass,” I said with a half-smile. “I just need air. Please?”They exchanged that weird twin look—one of those silent conversations I still hadn’t figured out. Then they both nodded.“Fine,” Ash said, setting the book down. “But we’re coming with you.”“Obviously,” Aiden added.I rolled my eyes fondly and slipped off the bed. “I’ll go get ready.”****After a warm bath, I stood in front of the war
{Ash’s POV}The room was still.Too still.Lyra had fallen asleep again, her breathing soft and even beneath the dim golden glow of the bedside lamp. I watched her chest rise and fall like it was the most fragile thing in the world. Like if I looked away, she might disappear again.Aiden sat on the armchair across from the bed, arms draped over his knees, fingers clutched together in a silent prayer he’d never say out loud. We’d been here for hours. We hadn’t left her side since she woke up. And we wouldn’t. Not now. Not ever.“I keep hoping she’ll open her eyes and just… remember,” he whispered.His voice cracked on the last word.“She will,” I said, though I wasn’t sure who I was trying to convince—him or myself.Aiden looked at me, brows furrowed. “What if she doesn’t?”I exhaled slowly, leaning back against the headboard. “Then we’ll help her remember. One piece at a time.”He fell silent again. The kind of silence that felt loud. Heavy.“She was everything to us,” he murmured aft
{Lyra’s POV}The world felt new.Soft.Strange.Like a dream I hadn’t woken from yet.I didn’t remember this place. Or the people in it. But I wasn’t scared.Not with them around.Ash and Aiden—that’s what they said their names were. Names I’d never heard before… and yet they stirred something faint and flickering in the back of my mind. Like echoes of laughter down a hallway I couldn’t reach.They hadn’t left my side since I opened my eyes. Not for a single second.If I so much as shifted in bed, one of them was already there, brushing my hair back or whispering my name like it was a fragile prayer.Every blink, every breath—I felt their eyes on me.Not in a threatening way.No, never that.They watched me like they were afraid I’d disappear again. Like just being conscious was a miracle they didn’t dare take for granted.Their gazes held so much. Too much.Love.Pain.A story I didn’t know how to read anymore.But even without the memories… I felt them.Their presence was a constant
{Ash's POV} Her eyes fluttered. I nearly fell to my knees. "Lyra?" I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. It cracked. Goddess, it cracked because I was cracking. She moved again. I surged forward, heart beating too loud in my ears. "She's awake... Oh my goddess—Lyra? Baby, can you hear us?" She didn’t answer. Just blinked slowly, like the light hurt her. My stomach twisted. Aiden hovered beside me, eyes locked on her like he couldn’t breathe until she spoke. "Is she in pain?" I asked, not sure who I was asking—the Moon Goddess, the universe, anyone who would listen. "Lyra, are you hurting? Tell us what’s wrong—please." Her head turned. Her gaze, bleary and dazed, landed on us. And she didn’t smile. Didn’t reach for me. Didn’t say our names. She looked at us like we were strangers. I couldn’t breathe. Her eyes were the same, those beautiful eyes that used to light up when she saw me, when she saw us. But now? Empty. Lost. She winced, trying to speak.
{Lyra’s POV} A slow breath. Light. Too bright. A sharp sting behind my eyes. Where… am I? The ceiling above me looked soft, pale—almost like clouded glass. I blinked slowly, dragging my limbs into awareness. My head felt heavy, as if I'd been underwater for days. My throat burned like sandpaper. My heart… beat softly, unsure. Like it wasn’t sure it was allowed to. The scent around me was faintly lavender, clean linens, and something else—something warm, earthy, almost like… cinnamon and smoke. Then I heard them. “Lyra?” The voice cracked—strained, filled with barely restrained desperation. “She’s awake… Oh my goddess—Lyra? Baby, can you hear us?” Another voice. This one deeper, edged with a trembling sort of relief that made my skin prickle. My eyes fluttered toward the sound. I couldn’t see them yet. Everything was blurred and slow, like waking from a dream I couldn’t remember. But I heard them. Heard the storm of emotion in their voices. “Is she in pain? Lyra, are you h
{Aiden's pov}Days passed.Or maybe just hours.Time didn’t matter anymore. Only Lyra did.We didn’t leave her side.Didn’t sleep.Didn’t eat.Didn’t breathe—Because she wasn’t breathing.She lay on the bed like a broken doll, still and pale, her chest unmoving.No pulse.No warmth.No heartbeat.Our hearts stopped with hers.The room in Lunaris Haven felt colder than a cave. It wasn’t just the temperature—it was the absence of life, of her laughter, her warmth, her voice calling our names. The air clung heavy to our lungs, and every second that ticked by without her felt like a lifetime carved into our skin.Trays came and went—untouched, growing cold.Until eventually, our mom came herself.She walked in quietly, carrying a small tray with her homemade stew—our favorite, the one she used to make when we were kids and everything felt too heavy.“Babies,” she said gently, setting it on the nightstand. “You need to eat. She wouldn’t want you to wither like this.”Ash didn’t look up.I