INICIAR SESIÓNLyra's POVI rode across the western territories at speeds that tested my immortal body as it had never been tested before. The Guardian power enabled improved mobility. Not teleportation. Just the speed where you cover more ground than any mere wolf could hope to accomplish.Even so, it took hours. Hours in which I could feel wolves dying through my Guardian awareness. Hundreds of lives snuffed out like candles in the wind.I came to find whole packs quarantined. Clearing areas turned into makeshift isolation zones. Wolf deaths despite the desperate efforts from healers. It was heavy with death and fear.The plague was sophisticated. Clearly designed by someone who knew a lot about wolf biology. It focused on our species in particular while humans were entirely immune. That kind of precision reflected decades of research and careful engineering.Young wolves died first. Then the old. Then, horrifyingly, the strong. The disease flipped pack structure on its head, culling the most vuln
Cassian's POVI headed back to Silverfang territory with Elara and the mate bond clicking into place between us like a new language we were both learning to speak. It was different from what I shared with Lyra. More equal somehow. Less burdened with expectation and history, the baggage of who we were supposed to be vs. who we were.Elara was direct. Practical. And had absolutely no interest in classic Luna form or the social games that were often tied to pack hierarchy. In blunt, no-nonsense terms that were downright refreshing following years of trying to navigate complicated pack politics.“I’m not going to smile pretty at pack outings,” she said bluntly on our third day home. We were in my quarters working back into Silverfang life. “I am not going to host teas or plan any kind of social events or do any of the decorative Luna things your pack probably expects.”“I do not expect those things,” I said honestly."Good," she said. "Because I am a warrior. I serve my pack through prote
Draven's POVDavin’s death raised unsettling questions. How many other old order operatives had been working in secret? How deep was this conspiracy, exactly? How long had it been decided to sabotage the reforms from within?I searched Davin's belongings immediately. Before the body was cold. Just to find anything that could explain it more of the bigger network.I found plenty. More than I wanted to find.Names of Wolves in various Amboseli Regions Locations marked on maps. Plans outlined in careful detail. Code words and meeting schedules. An entire conspiracy laid out in Davin’s neat handwriting.This was so much more than one bitter elder acting alone. This was organized. Coordinated. Patient. The old order had not perished with the Council. It had simply gone underground and become more cautious.But there was something that was more immediately troubling ill this Moon Tree. As dormant as Lyra had warned it would be. No Luna could draw on its power to heal or protect or any of th
Lyra's POVI existed in a thousand places at once. I was every point in the Moon Tree’s network. Every connection. Every thread. Every tainted filament that required burning. I felt every infected Luna, fighting against the wrongness in their heads. dose for the corrupted thread every time trying to go deeper.. All of the pieces adjacent to it on that sprawling and complex machine required my focus.But I was editing out the center of me. The core that kept me Lyra rather than an immortal intelligence spread over a magical network. It was like having a thousand tender hands pulling you in all directions. Each claiming I was required somewhere else. All requiring my undivided focus. Each one tugging me just a little bit further off the path until I had no idea which way paradise lay.This was what the Guardian power was made for. Designed especially to perform work of this magnitude. But I had not yet discovered how to keep myself from being distributed. Another comment explained that
Draven's POVBefore Lyra's plan was complete, I ventured out of hiding. Before she arrived physically. Before we had any kind of real strategy other than delay and desperate hope.It was a dangerous gamble, born from years of learning how wolves like Davin operated. I was of value to him alive for information about the new order’s defenses. About Lyra's capabilities as Guardian. Sam Adams — On the Moon Tree’s protections and how they could be nullified. Dead I was worthless to him. Just another body. I was alive, he would want to use and then get rid of."Elder Davin," I said. Kept my voice calm. Conversational. As if we were talking about the weather instead of standing in a glade full of stolen power and corrupted magic. "Impressive work. Years of magical persistence translated into a single device. The precision of it. The elegance. How long did it take to build this?”Davin smiled. Not surprised by my appearance. "Years of planning. Months of gathering components. Once I had every
Cassian's POVI stood at Stoneclaw’s gate with the mate bond thrumming in my chest like a living thing. It came more vividly than I had experienced with Lyra. More immediate. More insistent. As if every nerve in my body was trained on the guard who stood fifteen feet from me.Her name was Elara. Not my mother's name. Not anything from my past. Just Elara Voss. She was practical looking. Sturdy with the type of muscle that only came from working and not training. Hardened eyes that regarded me with palpable suspicion. Hair in a tight braid pulled back. No unnecessary decoration. Just efficiency.And clearly she was as spooked by the bond as I was, only concealing it better. I watched her jaw tighten. Saw her make herself breathe even. Saw her insist on not seeing what was developing between us except via sheer will.“The timing of this is inconvenient,” she said matter-of-factly. No trying to soften it or act emotion she did not have. Just stating a fact.I laughed. Not that it would'v







