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Chapter 26 : Unraveling the Threads
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Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 36 : Wings of Fire
Lyra POVThe ground cracked beneath her boots as she ran.Trees blurred past. The scent of burning stone and sulfur stung her nose. The wolves - both in human forms and beast - surged around her in panicked motion, many howling, some already in fur. The children were clutched tight, carried by older siblings or flanked by trembling elders.Behind them, the sky had turned red. Lyra risked a glance back.The southern ridge - once green and silent - now boiled with smoke and molten light. Lava spilled in thin streams down the mountainside like blood. Above it, clouds churned in unnatural patterns, black and rust-colored, spitting lightning without sound.She’d seen battlefields. She’d seen gods bleed. But this was different.This was the earth itself turning against them.“Keep moving!” she shouted, her voice hoarse.Nyxar ran beside her, steady and silent, a beacon in the chaos. His shirt was streaked with ash, his violet-gold eyes narrowed with focus.They had barely reached the edge
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 35 : When the Earth Breathes
Vaeleth POV The wolves were still.Even the children, who moments ago peeked from the roots of houses, had gone silent. The air in the village had shifted - too quiet. Too still.Then, the ground exhaled.Not wind. Not weather. But something deeper. Beneath the soil. Beneath the mountain. A low, groaning sound like the world grinding its teeth.Vaeleth’s breath caught.Moera lifted her head. “It’s begun.”“What?” Lyra asked, stepping closer, her hand drifting toward her belt. “What is that?”“The bindings,” Vaeleth whispered. “They’re weakening.”The ground shook.Not hard. But enough that moss fell from the rooftops and birds rose in a frantic scatter from the trees. A few of the wolves bared their teeth, low growls stirring like a ripple through the gathered crowd.Nyxar turned in a slow circle, scanning the skies, then the horizon. “It’s coming from beneath us.”Vaeleth nodded. “It always does.”Then the heat rose.Not from fire. Not from the sky. But from the stones themselves. S
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 34 : The Wolves That Stayed
Lyra POVVaeleth turned without another word, and they followed.Down the slope, past the old stones, into the folds of the earth where mist clung low and thick like breath held too long. The trail beneath their feet wasn’t made by hoof or cart. It had been grown. Woven by roots that curled open at her steps and sealed behind her.Lyra’s wolf growled low. Not in threat. In warning.“She doesn’t control the land,” Lyra murmured to Nyxar. “She is part of it.”“I know,” he replied, voice tight. “It’s humming in my bones.”Ahead, Vaeleth didn’t slow. “The land chose me,” she called over her shoulder. “Or maybe it remembered me.”The mist parted. And the village emerged.Not ruined like the outskirts - this one lived, though barely. Moss-covered rooftops curved from the earth itself, shaped like den and cave. Smoke curled from small vents. Glowing eyes watched from the undergrowth and the shadows of doorways. Children with silver-streaked hair ducked out of view. Mothers pulled them back i
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 33 : The Flame That Watches
Vaeleth POVThe sky wept blood.She stood barefoot at the edge of the circle - just beyond the old stones, where the forest still obeyed her, where the world hadn’t yet remembered what she was.The red rain struck her skin and steamed off, evaporating before it could stain. The trees whispered of strangers. The roots stirred beneath the moss. The wolves that watched from the hollows made no sound.She already knew they were coming. She had seen them in smoke. In water. In dreams not fully hers. And now, she saw them with her own eyes.Two figures. Shifters. A man and a woman, both cloaked in power. Both walking through the veil without flinching. Both calling something ancient to the surface just by breathing. The rest was unimportant. Only them count. Her breath caught.The woman - Lyra. The one with too much control and not enough mercy. There was fire in her, sharp and honed, but also grief so deep it nearly bled out of her eyes. And beside her - Vaeleth’s fingers curled tightly a
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 32 : The Forest That Does Not Forget
Lyra POVThey rode through the morning haze in silence. The trees here were wrong.Not twisted or dead - just too still. Too tall. Their trunks stretched endlessly into a fog-draped canopy, and their roots curled like fingers across the stone and soil. The deeper they moved, the more the forest pressed inward, not with malice, but with memory.This place remembered. Lyra could feel it - brushing against her skin like breath. Like watching.Nyxar rode just ahead, his posture stiff, eyes scanning every shadow. His magic pulsed faintly beneath his skin. She could feel it. Sense it. Ever since the dream of the Moon Goddess, he’d seemed... sharper. Less guarded. But heavier too. Like he was carrying something inside him that hadn’t settled yet.She urged her horse forward until she was beside him.“You feel that?” she asked.He didn’t look at her. Just nodded once. “Yes.”“Like the forest is... aware.”“It is.”“Reassuring.”He glanced at her then - a flicker of dry humor under the tensio
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 31 : From The Inside
Vaeleth POV She woke screaming. - Not from pain. Not from fear. - From too much.Too much light. Too much sound. Too many names crowding the edges of her skull.The air inside the cavern burned. Ice rimed the stone walls, and yet heat poured from her skin in waves. Sparks crackled from her fingers as she clutched her chest, gasping.The dream still clung to her.Silver wolves. A man with eyes like dusk. A woman cloaked in stormlight. A voice like flame, whispering her name like a prayer…Vaeleth.She staggered to her feet, breath ragged, bare feet stirring ash and frost in equal measure. The stone chamber that had held her since childhood - no longer a cradle but a cage - pulsed with old wards. They strained now. Humming. Failing.The wolves outside howled.She pressed her palm to the rock wall. A heartbeat answered from deep within - the old magic. The one they’d buried with blood and fire.They were coming. - Not the wolves. Not the elders who once watched her sleep from the shadow
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