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Lyra’s pov
The ballroom shimmered with the bright lights and torches hung in gold, lined across the walls. There was laughter across the room and the scent of expensive perfume wafted across the air mixed with the mouth watering savoring scent of the delicious food passed around in exquisite trays by the Omegas. But I couldn’t breath. The air was also thick with something. Whispers. The type of scornful ones, that when I heard it, It felt like my neck was squeezed tightly with a vice. “He hasn’t taken his eyes off her all night.” “Who is she?” “Don’t you know? It’s Sable.” “Who’s she? What woman has the power to make Lyra’s man look so distraught and distracted.” I swallowed, forcing a smile as I ignored them, grabbing Cassian’s arm, just like I always did in public gatherings because I always felt safe and comforted, especially when he would wrap his arms around me. But he didn’t. And I felt even more a fool, standing there with my arms wrapped around his stiff one at his side while he stood, regal, commanding, broad shouldered and with a face carved to perfection, infatuated at another woman across the room. I could hear the other Lunas still, and they didn’t seem to care that they could be heard across the other side of the world. “You didn’t hear? She was his first love, they were mates, dated for a while were so in love Chelsea, I swear- I wonder why she had refused him then. What could she be doing here?” I turned away, but just like she could read my thoughts, my best friend Mira grabbed a glass of wine to which she held out for me. Unlike the others who had sympathetic and mocking expression, hers was twisted into disgust as she stared at Cassian like she wanted to burn a hole right through his head. My fingers tightened around the glass until I felt it crack just as I took a long gulp. I blinked quickly, feeling tears already cloud my eyes. “I want to leave.” I whispered, fearing to turn, aware he was already heading in her direction. Everyone seem be to be doing their own thing at the soiree, but it was obvious they were watching. Nothing could go amiss in a room filled with werewolves. Definitely not when it involves an Alpha. “No.” Mira grabbed the wine, set it down and made me face Sable again, and there they were, chatting with gleam in their eyes like they’ve known each other their whole lives. “You are not going to let that bitch wedge her way between you two. You should be by your husband’s side. Now.” Dread formed a knot in my stomach. Only, they have known each other their whole lives. But I was his Luna. Before he even remembered she existed today, he had chosen me. Before I could protest, Mira made me go after them. Sable. Golden hair that still sat so perfect around her children even in highschool days, perfect curves, and that smile, seemed innocent, sweet, but it knew exactly what it was doing. Cassian didn’t even try to hide it. The way he leaned in when she whispered something amongst the rowdy music and dancing in the background, the way they locked eyes for seconds. I felt invisible even as I approached them, my own heart gnawing on itself. My heels clicked against the marble, but he must not have heard me approach them because he didn’t even look my way. “Sable, hi,” I forced another smile the moment her eyes fell on me. “What a surprise, you’re here!” She laughed and I silently gritted my teeth. Cassian put his arms around me and I should have felt some sort of comfort that he hadn't completely erased me from his mind tonight but I was so much consumed by rage. “It’s been so long, Lyra. I couldn’t recognize you, you’re so beautiful now.” I cringed at the underlying brawl in her words, but I didn’t let the smile slip, not when I could feel the gazes burning into us at all sides. Instead I reached up and held onto Cassian’s arms fondly. “She only returned from abroad last week and decided to make a grand entrance today. Typical Sable.” Cassian added, I looked to him but his eyes were on her. She smirked, a hue to her cheeks. “Oh, please stop, Cassian…” she obviously senses the shift in the air and almost choked on her drink as she apologized. “Apologies Luna Lyra, I shouldn’t have called him so fondly- I still forget him and I aren’t together anymore. Ah yes, and congratulations on you two, I missed your ceremony.” “It was three years ago.” “I see, well I’m really happy for you,” she folded her arms, her smile taunting as we locked eyes. “Who would have thought.” A brow raised. “Thought what? That the Alpha could have chosen someone like me and not you?” “Come on darling. You know that’s not what she meant.” Cassian leaned in to whisper, but he chuckled, clearly finding Sable’s words amusing. “Well, If you know her like you claim then you’d know she meant every bit of it. I’m tired. Let’s retire to the guest rooms.” I pulled away from our embrace, hoping he’d come after me, but he just stood there, clearly reluctant to leave. My heart pounded as blood flowed fast and hot in my veins seeing them both together, looking so perfect and every inch the couple they were meant to be while I stood with my back to the ballroom, shoulders squared, jaw tightened. “Cassian- “ “You can go ahead darling. I promise I’ll join you soon. It’s barely midnight, are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer. We have so much to catch up on.” Tears burned the back of my eyes. “I’ll wait for you then. Don’t stay out too long, darling.” With that, I forced a smile at Sable who sipped her drink, mirth in her gaze just before I turned and walked away. Around us, they stared even more. They whispered, and pity glimmered in their eyes. I hated it. I hated it so much. Mira tried to follow me, but as I rushed past her, I sighed. “Don’t.” On my bed, alone and away from my sparkling dress and tight corset, only wrapped in a silk night gown and buried under the sheets, the tears rolled down my cheeks onto the pillows. By each second, each minute, each hour I remained alone, my chest tightened more and more till my tears turned to heart breaking sobs. What was she doing here? She was back all of a sudden but why? She knew she and Cassian had history. They were literally fated Mates for fuck sake, what did she think would happen when she reappeared in his life again. Of course she knew. She had rejected him, didn’t want to be shackled with the roles of a Luna, wanted to live a free life. So why was she here? I felt so hollow. It was already in the early hours of the morning when I was awoken from sleep by the door opening. I lay there, still, feeling my heart reopen and bleed again like a fresh wound. I had spent the night alone. Whereas… The mate bond pulsed like fire licking open wounds, it aches so much silent tears rolled down my cheeks and my hands squeezed into fist. I could smell her on him. I didn’t turn, only listened as he undressed in the dark before he lay beside me. His hands naturally curled around me as he pulled me close. He kissed the mate mark throbbing on my neck and pulled me in close. With gritted teeth, I lay still, almost trembling from rage and disgust.Draven's POVI heard it through the bond, felt it.It was not painful exactly. It was more like watching a flame get devoured by something vast and inky, the light still present but shriveling to nothingness at odds with something that predated its fiery birth by eons. The connection in our bond with Lyra sputtered. Then it fractured. Then it howled without a sound.I was running before my mind caught up with my body.The battlefield between me and her was a mangled scene of fallen wolves and scorched ground and men continuing to perceive that the fight had been anything, until now, other than what none of them knew how to prepare. I shoved through it all. They grabbed my arm, I freed myself with no glance to see who it was. And I did not answer when someone else called my name.I got to her as she seized up.She was standing, and that was the only mercy of any of it. Standing, but barely. Her hands were at her sides, shaking, and her head was tilted back at an angle that seemed wron
Lyra's POVThe instant the Devourer’s demand seeped into my mind Malachai had gone from smugly manipulative to abjectly scared. I could feel his spirit in my mind backpedaling, retreating into the darkest corners of my consciousness.“No” his voice rang in my head. “You cannot hand me over to that thing, Lyra. It's worse than death. Worse than imprisonment. It consumes divine essence completely. Not kills. Not transformed. Erases. Removes from existence retroactively. If it does, I have never existed at all.”I was still reeling from the Devourer’s offer when the Goddess Circle exploded into telepathic bedlam. Forty two voices arguing at once about whether or not to turn over Malachai.“He’s a monster that would enslave all of us, given the chance,” one voice argued. “Feed him to the Devourer and kill two birds with one stone.“We do not negotiate with cosmic horrors,” wrote another. “The precedent of that is worse than fighting.”"But can we fight?" a third asked desperately. "It's
Draven's POVThrough my connection with Lyra, I felt her terror rise. Sensed the shift in Malachai’s presence in her mind, from smugness to something like concern.“Turn back,” her voice rang out through my head, using Guardian power to project across distance. "Draven, don't go closer. That there thing, it ain’t like the others. It's the Devourer. Cosmic-dweller that craves divine essence.”“Then I’m right where I need to be,” I responded back, with the knowledge that through our connection she would feel it. “Because the seventh site team is directly in its path.Instead of turning away, I approached the manifestation. My wolf howled at me to run, but I controlled it. People needed help. That was what mattered.The team I was summoned to bolster was in disarray when I got there. Three members of the Goddess Circle had already been coordinating efforts to seal a standard Void incursion. Now they were up against something entirely different.The thing they’d been battling, a shapeles
Cassian's POVThe moment Lyra’s eyes turned back to being silver, something inside my chest felt released. Not relief exactly. The extent of the devastation was beyond relief. But she was still herself. Still fighting.Draven propped her up, both trembling from the strain of what had just occurred. Around them, members of the Goddess Circle fell like puppets with severed strings. They could already tell that the power they'd channeled while putting Malachai on hold had carried them beyond safe limits.“Get healers,” I ordered the nearest wolf. “Circle up members, then injured fighters.”The wolf ran to obey. I walked over to Draven and Lyra hesitantly."Is he contained?" I asked.Lyra stared at me, and I saw it right away. The shadow that passed in her eyes, that hadn’t been there before. The weight of ancient cruel things, of something slithering behind her behind things that she should never have been able to see or explore.“He’s contained,” she confirmed, her voice raw. "Inside m
Lyra's POV"Lyra!" Draven’s voice called to me from far, far away. In a human real-time world I felt his hands resting on my shoulders, but mentally I was somewhere else. And trapped in a battlefield inside my own mind.Malachai's essence was vast. Ancient. Dominated in a way I could never hope to overcome. He’d been locked away for centuries, but he hadn’t wasted that time; he'd spent it studying, learning, and preparing for precisely this moment.What a super strong ship, he would echo in my mind. "Immortal. Inter-linked to forty three other celestial origins. You’ll do just fine, little Guardian.”I instinctively fought back, trying to nudge him away like I would try to displace any other invader. But fighting Malachai was like attempting to shove the ocean back with my bare hands. For each inch I gained, he surged forward three more.My vision flickered. One moment, watching through my own eyes, Draven’s awful fear-filled face an inch from mine. The next moment piercing into Mala
- Cassian's POVThe outside attack was vicious from the very beginning. Marcus’s troops had built fortifications that transformed the approach to the temple into a slaughterhouse. They were Alphas, and Alphas led from the front."Push left!" I yelled, leading a squad around a barricade.Elara was fighting alongside me, fast and vicious. No wasted energy. Just blows that brought down foes fast."They're funneling us," she called. “Guiding our advance toward choke points.”I saw it immediately. We weren't winning ground. We were being herded."Fall back!" I ordered. "Regroup at the southern ridge!"My wolves responded in an instant, trusting my judgment because they have been trained to do so. We disengaged, retreating to higher ground.From the ridge, I was able to see the big picture. Marcus’s troops were not holding the perimeter. They were buying time. And with dark energy throbbing from the temple’s core, time was nearly out.“The ritual is almost done,” I told Elara. “We’ve got to
Lyra pov I woke up to the feeling that my skull was being split in two.At first, all I could hear was a dull ringing in my ears, like I’d been dropped into the middle of a storm. My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut, but panic clawed its way up my chest and forced them open.White.That was the fir
Draven pov The first thing I noticed was the blood.Not fresh blood , faintly scattered across the path like a warning. My wolf lifted his head inside me, muscles tightening, senses sharpening.Feral, he growled.“I know,” I muttered under my breath as I crouched, brushing my fingers over a broken
Cassien POVI did not sleep.Not really.I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling while Sable’s soft, even breathing filled the room beside me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lyra’s face the way it had looked the night before she disappeared, guarded, wounded, still stubbornly proud even
Cassien POV Morning came like a punishment. Not gentle. Not forgiving.For a moment, I lay there staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet movements of the house waking around me. Servants moving around Guards changing shifts. I sat up slowly, rubbing my face, the events of the previous night







