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Chapter 57

Author: Christina Wilder
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-06 19:08:03

I didn’t move.

I didn’t breathe.

I couldn’t.

Because the figure standing over me—

the one whose shadow stretched long across the ruined earth,

the one who had spoken my name like a secret they’d been waiting years to reclaim—

was someone I had buried long before I ever knew what it meant to lose anything.

My voice scraped out of me.

“…No. You’re dead.”

The figure knelt slowly, and the movement was so familiar it hurt.

A soft smile.

Warm eyes.

A face I’d memorized in childhood because it was the first kind one I’d ever known.

“Not anymore,” he murmured.

“Not to you.”

I shook my head violently, stumbling backward on trembling arms.

“Lyris.”

The name cut like broken glass.

“You can’t be here— you died the night the pack burned. I saw— I SAW—”

He reached for me.

His fingers were warm.

Too warm.

“Aria,” he whispered, “I never left you. I’ve been waiting. Trapped. Held between threads, caught in the tear that formed the night you were born.”

My heart stopped.

“The night… I was born?”

Lyris’
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