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Chapter 31 : From The Inside
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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
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 30 : Through the Broken Veil
Lyra POVThey rode hard. As fast as they could.The blood rain had slowed, but the sky above remained bruised and heavy - like a wound refusing to close. Lightning cracked somewhere far off, not from storm clouds, but from the very bones of the earth.Cyrathe’s shadow passed overhead now and then, fast as a thought, her wings silent against the wind. She didn’t speak again, didn’t descend - but she was watching. Judging.The terrain grew crueler with each mile. Hills turned to jagged ravines, forests to twisted groves where trees leaned toward them like listening things. Moss glowed faintly in patches, as if remembering fire.The borderlands were close. Their company rode in grim silence. Rylan and two scouts took the lead, navigating through ancient, overgrown paths that hadn’t seen footsteps in decades. Even the horses grew quieter, ears flicking, eyes darting. As if they, too, felt they were crossing from the known into myth.Nyxar was a silent presence beside her. They hadn't spo
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 29 : The Day the Sky Changed
Lyra POVShe didn’t sleep. None of them did.By the time the fireless center of the camp had emptied and Ekreth vanished again into the treeline, the sky had begun to shift. Not with sunrise. Not with light. But with pressure.The kind of pressure that made the birds stop singing. That made the air hum like a wire stretched too tight.Lyra stood at the edge of camp, eyes locked on the jagged horizon. Nyxar was beside her, still silent, his expression tight. The others- soldiers, scouts, Elira and few others - began to stir, muttering under their breath. Weapons clinked. Horses stamped the ground nervously.Then the first sound came.A boom. Deep and long. Like the belly of the world had coughed. It rolled across the mountains and echoed into the valley, shaking the trees, rattling bones. Lyra stumbled, hand catching on a twisted root to steady herself.Nyxar looked up sharply. The sky was bleeding.A ribbon of crimson tore through the clouds, spilling like ink into blue. No sunrise. N
Lyra, His Second Chance Mate Chapter 28 : Fire in the Blood
Lyra POVThe embers of their fire had long gone cold.The sky above their camp was a velvet sweep of stars, scattered in pale ribbons across the deep, ancient dark. The others slept nearby - warriors, scouts, loyal few who had followed them past the edge of the known world.They stood like that a moment - her watching him, Nyxar silent but alert at her side. Then Lyra stepped forward.“We saw her,” she said.Ekreth’s gaze lifted, eyes catching the moonlight.“The Moon Goddess,” Lyra went on. “She came to us. Together. In a dream or something more. She showed us a child. A girl. One like us.” Her voice softened, and the truth settled between her ribs like a sharp edge. “One like you.”He didn’t flinch. But his eyes darkened, and something in his stillness cracked - just a little.“She had silver hair,” Nyxar added, voice lower now, almost reverent. “And power. Ancient. Raw. The kind that doesn’t bend. The kind that answers godspawn… or commands them.”For a long moment, Ekreth said not
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