Kane’s POV
Kane carried her in silence.
She was weightless in his arms - too light, too still. Every step through the Blackstone halls scraped against his control like a blade. His wolf paced beneath his skin, snarling at the bruises, at the scent of dried blood, at the way her head lolled against his chest.
She had been broken. And they’d left her to die in the dark.
No one said a word as he passed. Pack members shrank back, eyes wide. The scent of fear followed him like a shadow.
“Prepare a room,” he barked to the nearest servant. “Now. Clean. Warm. Safe.”
The servant bolted down the corridor.
Thorne appeared beside him, breathless. “The healer’s waiting.”
Kane nodded, then pushed open the door to the best guest chamber. Firelight flickered to life as he crossed the threshold. He laid Lyra down carefully, gently brushing matted hair from her face.
She didn’t stir.
“Penelopa,” he said, turning to his personal healer. “Now.”
The middle-aged woman stepped forward without hesitation, a satchel already in hand. She took one look at Lyra and blanched. “Goddess…”
“Don’t say it,” Kane growled. “Just help her.”
Penelopa obeyed.
As she worked - cleaning blood, treating burns, applying healing salve to wounds no wolf should’ve endured - Kane stood watch.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t pace. But fury burned like wildfire beneath his skin.
His wolf was still growling. „They did this to our mate. They will die.”
Penelopa finished her inspection with slow, careful hands. “The silver did the worst of the damage. She’ll survive, but her healing is slow. Too slow for someone her age. Her wolf is… weak.”
“She’s not weak,” Kane snapped. “She’s been starved.”
Penelopa lowered her head. “Then she’ll need rest. And food. And time.”
“She’ll have all of it.”
A quiet knock sounded at the door.
Kane turned as the local healer stepped in - Evelyn. She looked older than she should have. Exhausted. But determined.
“I know her,” Evelyn said softly. “I… tended to her when I could. In secret.”
Kane’s eyes narrowed. “Tell me everything.”
Evelyn hesitated - then poured out the truth.
Lyra was the daughter of Omegas accused of treason. Her parents were executed after the Luna claimed they plotted against her. No trial. No proof. Only whispers.
Since then, Lyra had been beaten, enslaved, erased from the pack’s memory. And no one had stopped it.
“She was just a child,” Evelyn said, voice trembling. “And they hated her for blood she didn’t spill.”
Kane stared down at Lyra’s pale face.
“Her wolf’s name is Thalia,” he said quietly. “She tried to call for help. I heard her.”
Evelyn blinked. “She… spoke?”
Kane nodded. “She’s stronger than they think.” Then his voice turned cold. “But they’ve made a mistake.”
Evelyn swallowed. “What will you do?”
He rose slowly, towering, barely restrained.
“I’m going to burn the rot out of this place,” Kane said. “Starting at the top.”
Ten minutes later, Kane stood in the private wing of the pack house, the Alpha and Luna seated before him. Guards flanked the walls, but no one dared speak first.
Alpha Caden forced a smile. “Your Highness. I trust all is-”
“She was in your dungeon,” Kane said flatly. “Starved. Tortured. Branded with silver.”
Regina opened her mouth. “If this is about the Omega girl-”
“It’s about my mate,” Kane said, voice like thunder.
Silence slammed down on the room.
Caden’s face paled. Regina’s mouth snapped shut.
“She is mine,” Kane continued, stepping closer. “And you left her to die.”
“She’s the daughter of traitors-” Caden began.
“You’ll never speak that word again,” Kane snapped. “Not in my presence. Her blood is not your concern. But your actions? Your cowardice? That concerns me.”
Regina tried to recover, voice brittle. “We had no idea-”
“You had every idea,” Kane cut in. “And you allowed it.”
The room trembled with the weight of his fury. He didn’t shift. He didn’t raise his voice. But power poured from him like a wave of fire.
“I will be conducting a full investigation of your leadership,” Kane said, golden eyes glowing. “And you will comply. Or I will strip you of your titles myself. And I will finish this with my bare hands.”
Regina stood abruptly. “You have no right-”
“I have every right,” Kane growled. “Because she is mine. And you nearly destroyed her.”
The guards didn’t move. No one did.
Because in that moment, they knew - the prince wasn’t here for diplomacy. He was here for blood.
***
Back in the guest room, Lyra stirred. Not fully awake - but her fingers curled faintly in the sheets.
Her wolf shifted in her mind.
„He’s here,” Thalia whispered. „And he’s not afraid of them.”
Lyra exhaled, just once. A whisper of safety.
The caravan pressed south as dusk bled into night.Lanterns swung from carts, their glow catching in the wolves’ eyes as they padded along the road. The rhythm of hooves, the creak of wooden wheels, the occasional sharp bark of command from Moera filled the silence.Lyra rode a little behind the front now, letting her gaze drift over the line of weary bodies. She caught glimpses of children asleep against their mothers’ shoulders, of wolves trotting at the edges, hackles raised against shadows. And further back - Vaeleth, walking with fire still coiled in her every step, Ekreth a silent tower at her side.It was all so fragile. A column of lives strung together on the edge of ruin.Her thoughts spiraled tighter until a voice cut through them.“You’re grinding your teeth again.”Lyra blinked. Nyxar had pulled his horse closer, keeping pace with hers. He leaned slightly in the saddle, a half-smile tugging at his mouth.“I don’t grind my teeth,” she said.“You do,” he countered. “Always
Lyra POV The village no longer smoldered, but the memory of fire clung to the air. Wolves moved like wraiths among the half-charred huts, gathering what remained - bundles of dried meat, cloaks patched and fraying, a few carved weapons that hummed faintly with old runes. Children clutched their mothers’ hems, wide-eyed, while elders whispered prayers in voices too brittle to hold conviction.Moera stood at the center of the square, spine straight as a spear. She was not tall, not like Ekreth or even Nyxar, but the ground seemed to anchor itself beneath her bare feet. Her braid hung to her hip, streaked with iron-gray, and her eyes glowed faintly with something not wholly mortal. The oldest blood of wolves, Lyra realized again. Gods still whispered through her veins.Lyra stepped beside her, cloak brushing ash. “We’ll take them south,” she said. “Ekreth knows a path.”Moera’s gaze slid to the dragon where he lingered at the edge of the square. Even in human form, he was unmistakable -
Lyra POVThe sun had risen fully, pale and cold against the mountains. Yet the air between the village stones still felt thick with everything unsaid.Lyra found Vaeleth alone near the western edge of the village, standing where the cliffs overlooked the river below. Her arms were folded, silver hair tugged wild by the wind.Lyra didn’t approach right away.For once, she didn’t feel the need to fill the silence.But after a few heartbeats, Vaeleth spoke first - her voice quieter than Lyra had ever heard it.“Seren.”Lyra stepped closer, boots crunching on frost-stiff grass. “It’s a good name.”Vaeleth gave a sharp, dry laugh. “I spent my whole life thinking she was nothing. Just a ghost in the stories people avoided telling me.”“And now?”“Now I know why I always felt like something was breaking under my skin.” Vaeleth glanced sideways, her expression unreadable. “Your blood… you’re not just a wolf either.”Lyra met her gaze calmly. “No. And neither is Nyxar.”A breath of stillness p
Lyra POVThe mountain felt different with the dawn. Less like a battlefield, more like something ancient breathing slow again after a long sleep.They gathered near the cold remnants of the campfire. No one spoke at first. The quiet wasn’t strained - it was simply full. Heavy with things no one yet knew how to say aloud.Vaeleth sat on a stone, arms loosely crossed over her knees, watching the horizon. Not quite guarded. Not quite open either.Ekreth stood nearby, arms folded, wings hidden but presence undeniable. There was a thread of something new between them now - something still raw and tentative, but there.Lyra broke the silence first. Her voice was steady.“We need to talk before we go down to the village.”Vaeleth’s gaze flicked toward her but didn’t fully lift.“About what?”“About what’s really happening,” Lyra said, looking at each of them in turn. “The gods waking. The seals breaking. And what you saw up there.”Vaeleth’s jaw flexed.“I don’t know what I saw,” she admitte
Vaeleth POVThe thunder of hooves broke the stillness.Vaeleth stood at the edge of the altar, blood and ash drying on her hands, her body trembling with power not entirely her own. Below, weaving their way through smoke-veiled paths, came back the two. Vaeleth didn’t run.She stood still, hands at her sides, as Lyra and Nyxar walked at the edge of the ridge. The air between them buzzed with tension. The quiet hum of fate curling its fingers tighter around their throats.Lyra dismounted first. She stepped forward without hesitation, cloak trailing behind her like shadowed flame.“Are you alright?” she asked.Her voice was steady, but her eyes swept over Vaeleth like a soldier assessing wounds.Vaeleth blinked. She hadn’t expected the question. Not from her.“I’m not hurt,” she said. “But I’m not sure it’s safe.”Nyxar joined her, frowning at the scorched stone and the brittle edges of cracked wards. “What happened here?”“I held it down.” Vaeleth’s voice came out quieter than she mea
Vaeleth POVThe heat didn’t touch her.It should have. The fire poured around her like a living tide - snapping, screaming, tearing through the sky with soundless violence. Ash clung to the air. Magma licked at the edge of the warding circle she’d drawn with blood and stone. But her skin did not blister. Her lungs did not burn.Because it knew her. Because she knew it.And the seal - cracked, ancient, groaning beneath her feet - was screaming for a sacrifice.She held her hands steady, even as her bones shivered.The voices had grown louder now. Not words, exactly. But intention. Hunger. Fury. Echoes of something far older than the gods the wolves prayed to.Something that remembered when the sky still bled gold and stars fell like arrows.Break.Rise.You are the key.Vaeleth gritted her teeth, pressing her palms harder to the jagged obsidian altar. It pulsed beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. She felt the fire rising through her veins, pulling, tempting.Open the door, it whi