The sound of rain washing against the bedroom window was like a soft, endless lament. In the quiet, dimly lit room, breath hung suspended in the air. The tip of the silver knife was still pressed against her chest, and the hand holding it began to shake violently.
“Goodbye, my second life.” Lyara closed her eyes.But before the silver knife could reach its target, a forceful push sent it flying. The sharp object was hurled far away, crashing into the side of the wardrobe with a piercing, heart-wrenching clang.“No… Lyara, no!”Alpha Aric stood there, his face filled with fear. His breath was labored from his hurried run, his eyes wide as he watched the woman he loved most nearly vanish from his life.But Lyara didn’t give up. With her last ounce of strength, she tried to crawl toward the knife. Her hand reached out, but before she could grasp the handle, Alpha Aric’s body had already wrapped around her from behiLyara Wolfborne's POVTwo weeks after the opening of the Moon Market, the morning air felt different. There was an aroma of excitement and the hustle and bustle of life overflowing in every corner of the street, as if the whole world was waiting for a big surprise. The sky was clear with thin clouds drifting peacefully. The spring mist that usually hung low was beginning to dissipate, making way for sunlight to slip through the gaps between the leaves.“I’ll go down directly to see how my project is progressing. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long, after only imagining it through the various reports piling up on my desk.” A smile blossomed on her full lips.I stood on the palace balcony, watching the bustling servants moving about in the distance. “They’re full of energy. I need to be too!” Just as I raised one arm, a sharp pain shot through it.My body felt a bit heavy this morning. My eyes couldn’t lie—I hadn’t slept p
The sound of rain washing against the bedroom window was like a soft, endless lament. In the quiet, dimly lit room, breath hung suspended in the air. The tip of the silver knife was still pressed against her chest, and the hand holding it began to shake violently.“Goodbye, my second life.” Lyara closed her eyes.But before the silver knife could reach its target, a forceful push sent it flying. The sharp object was hurled far away, crashing into the side of the wardrobe with a piercing, heart-wrenching clang.“No… Lyara, no!”Alpha Aric stood there, his face filled with fear. His breath was labored from his hurried run, his eyes wide as he watched the woman he loved most nearly vanish from his life. But Lyara didn’t give up. With her last ounce of strength, she tried to crawl toward the knife. Her hand reached out, but before she could grasp the handle, Alpha Aric’s body had already wrapped around her from behi
Author POV A thin fog descended slowly that morning, enveloping the sky in an almost frozen gray hue. The air felt heavier, as if the entire region were mourning. The flags of Silvergrove pack were lowered to half-mast, while the main courtyard of the palace was filled with the leaders of the warriors, elders, and important figures from the Silvergrove pack. A long line of warriors in uniform stood erect in silence, with only the wind echoing off the stone pillars.A dark wooden coffin adorned with the Gravepine pack’s emblem was slowly carried toward the final resting place. Behind it, Lyara stood beside Alpha Aric, a thin black hood hanging over half her face. There were no tears on her cheeks, but her devastation was evident in her vacant gaze and almost lifeless steps.General Coren Moonveil, her father, lay in heavy silence. He was not a heroic warrior. For Lyara, he was the main reason she had returned to her second life. Her original
The morning sun peeks through the thin curtains in our room, bringing with it the scent of dew and freshly brewed herbal tea. The breakfast table on the private balcony is beautifully set, with neatly rolled smoked meat and wild mushrooms, toasted wholemeal bread, and freshly cut fruit. Warm steam rises from the golden-hued herbal tea in the white porcelain cup.Alpha Aric sits across from me, looking at me with a smile in his eyes. "It seems I have to feed you, since you're more focused on staring at me than eating," he teases softly.I just raised my eyebrows and took a bite of meat. "I'm analysing... whether Alpha Aric is sweeter than this jam."He laughed lightly, his voice like the tinkling of crystal glass warming the morning air. "In that case, make sure you don't get addicted."We finished breakfast in a peaceful atmosphere, filled with light-hearted banter and small habits that had somehow become so natural over time.
The car drove in silence, winding along rocky roads framed by towering pine forests. A thin mist hung between the tree trunks, as if covering everything with a veil of secrecy. I sat next to Alpha Aric, letting my head rest against the window and a thin black cloth hood hanging lightly over my face. The evening light danced behind the fabric, creating faint shadows that blurred the traces of the curse. But my thoughts were far from the beauty of the evening sky. Luna Seraphyne’s words—soft yet sharp—still swirled in my head like an incantation that couldn’t be dispelled.“They will turn against you. Those you trust. Just as they turned the knife in my back.”I gripped the edge of my hood tightly. Perhaps it was true. Perhaps not. But why did my heart feel more guarded now than ever before? The shadows of betrayal from my first life couldn’t be fully denied. Causing unease without cause. A smirk forms on my lips. “Seraphyne, you’re better at playing with words now.”She managed to
Lyara Wolfborne's POV Night had fallen when I opened my eyes for the second time that day. The air in the room still smelled of herbs and medicine. I recognized the smell—calming and pungent at the same time, like a reminder that I was not yet fully recovered. The curtains were left half open, allowing the moonlight to filter in and dance softly on the marble floor. “How many days have I spent lying in bed?” I tried to stand up, my legs feeling weak. I approached the scattering of stars in the night sky, which for some reason felt like I hadn’t seen in ages. Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the soft rustle of the night breeze and the ticking of the clock on the wall. I leaned my body against the wall, placing my weight there. Each breath felt heavy, but my body obeyed slowly. My gaze shifted to the large mirror in the corner of the room. My hair was messy and disheveled. My face... the right side looked darker, rougher. The scar. The mark of the curse. The mark that