Masuk~LYON~A few minutes before Nyra’s arrival“Lyon, with all due respect, man, are you sure about this?” Kai asked for the millionth time.“I mean, it’s getting dark. I don’t think the princes will fall for this trap anymore. Let’s just proceed with the Lycan King— he is our only leverage.”For the first time since we had assembled in the woods, I met his gaze and grinned.“Relax, Kai,” I said, studying the confusion in his eyes. “Everything is under perfect control.”“But—” he started, then stopped himself. “Okay. I trust you, Lyon. I really do. But what should we do now?”I gently patted his back, the grin on my face stretching wider.“Go and tell the men to stand steady. It’s almost showtime,” I said.He bowed once more before disappearing into the surrounding bushes where my men were positioned.As soon as he walked away, my companion resumed.You are on the right path, it said in its usual distorted voice.I smiled.“It’s all thanks to you,” I murmured, feeling elated.Ever since t
~NYRAThe entire world held still as all three brothers stared at me with open mouths.“What did you say?” Rylan asked, his voice suddenly low.I could almost see the millions of emotions going through his head— in all their heads.And in that moment, I wished I hadn’t said what I said. My intention was never to trouble them with what I was becoming.But I had no choice. I couldn’t take back those words now.“Nyra,” Rylan whispered, still too stunned.“Yes, I did.” I sighed, pushing back my hair with my hands. “I bit him too— I drank from him too. That night…”A deafening silence flooded between us as they all understood what that meant.“I know it sounds crazy and— maybe it is— but it happened,” I continued, struggling to paint the picture for them. “That night, I had— well, my vampire side wanted one thing… His blood.”“What— why?” Sylver blurted, utterly confused.Gods, I was confused too. But I knew I could no longer leave them hanging.With one look at Cassian, I let out another
~NYRAMy wide, panicked eyes went straight to Cassian for help. But he was quiet.Too quiet.“You are absolutely right, Sylver! Lyon has just signed his death certificate because we would never give Nyra willingly to him!” Rylan echoed.“We will go to the spot he has stated, but it won’t be Nyra he will be getting…” Sylver added in a voice that sent goosebumps throughout my body.No.This shouldn’t be happening.Again, my eyes moved to Cassian, silently screaming for him to do something.But he was pacing, lost in his own thoughts.“…we must retrieve our father from that fool, and we will also set our trap!” Sylver concluded, much to the excitement of the guards listening around us.“Sylver, again, you are forgetting that Lyon isn’t some stupid wannabe rebel rogue!” Cassian finally voiced out. “He acts with caution and has evaded our guards several times… We can’t go in blind expecting an easy win!”“He might have an army of loyalists and probably even manipulate the meeting point to
~NYRA“Rylan, get the guards. Now!” Sylver roared, and Rylan didn’t waste a beat.He was across the streets in seconds, gathering whatever patrol guard he could get his hands on.“Sylver, we need to handle things differently,” Cassian continued, trying to calm him.While I, on the other hand, was simply lost in my own thoughts.Something wasn’t adding up…Not like I was disputing the fact that Sylver was right and this was an open declaration of war. But it felt wrong.There was something about the whole setup that just didn’t add up.Of all the things we were facing. Of all the mysteries surrounding my existence… a deliberate fight with the rebel rogues didn’t seem like the right thing to do.There was already too much at stake.It didn’t feel like the kind of battle we should be worrying about.We had vampires to worry about. We had blood rituals… threats from Dylan… Danielle and the witch…Comparing all of that to rebel rogues just felt basic. It felt like child’s play.Like someon
~NYRAThe moment Sylver and Rylan left the room, I turned to Cassian.Considering everything that was happening, there was no way I would stay in the mansion alone with Dylan. No way.Not after what he dared to say to me."Do you want to come along?" Cassian asked, already reading the worry in my gaze before I could even find the words to state them.I turned to my mother and her pale state gave me the courage I needed. "Yes," I agreed. "I want to help."The real plan wasn't exactly to help but to find out how all these were connected to me. Because somehow, I could feel that it was.I couldn't explain it. But I just felt it.Besides, Lyon was involved, that alone was evidence that there was more to this that was connected to me.How else could I describe my vampire side’s blinding need for Lyon's blood? What was it with him?Plus whenever he was close, I felt something... Something that pulled me to him.Something that made him feel familiar... like I knew him."That's cool. But your
~CASSIANAll my years in this life, my father had never missed meal times. Never.Yet today, his seat sat empty, staring back at the confused faces on the table. Well, all except Dylan.Unlike everyone else, he didn't look worried or concerned. He calmly sat in his chair like he wasn't even aware of what was going on.My eyes narrowed down at his beady eyes and eerie smile. A cold air shut over me and I shook my head.No, he was aware. He just didn't care. He probably had more demonic things to worry about.“Lyora, is father sick?” Sylver’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts, forcing my eyes off Dylan.“No. I— I don't think so,” Lyora stuttered. The hesitation in her voice instantly gained my attention.She knew something.Sylver’s question was baseless because how could father, a full grown Lycan, fall sick?That was totally unheard of. And if it were to be the case, then we had ourselves knee deep in some fucked up curse.But the hesitation in Mama Nyra’s voice… that was somethi







