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Where You Choose the Fire
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2026-02-24 21:10:37
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REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS BLOOD Where the Wrong Person Falls
Lyra chose Mara. Not because Mara deserved it. Because it would hurt the most. Because Ronan would believe it. The rumor began quietly, the way real damage always does. Not shouted. Not announced. Just a few words allowed to drift without correction. “She’s lost faith in Mara.” “They don’t meet anymore.” “Tyler listens to Lyra now. Mara’s been sidelined.” Lyra made sure she was seen walking past Mara without stopping. She made sure she was heard, giving curt answers—short instructions. No warmth. Mara noticed on the second day. “You’re freezing me out,” she said that night, voice low and controlled. Not angry. Hurt. Lyra didn’t deny it. “Yes,” she said. Mara stared at her. “You don’t get to do that without explanation.” Lyra met her gaze. “If I explain, you won’t do what I need you to do.” Mara’s jaw tightened. “Which is.” “Be believable,” Lyra replied. Silence stretched between them, sharp with unsaid things. “You’re burning the only bridge that
REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS BLOOD Where a Reputation Is Sacrificed
Lyra didn’t announce the change. She let it happen. That was the first rule of going dark: nothing that looked like a decision could feel intentional. Intent drew attention. Attention got people killed. So she stopped appearing in the yard. Stopped standing beside Tyler during patrol briefings. Stopped correcting whispers when they bent her name into something sharper. The pack noticed. They always did. By the third day, the murmurs had shape. “She’s gone quiet.” “She promised protection and failed.” “Rook and Althea died for nothing.” Lyra heard it all. She made sure of that. She walked the long corridors at odd hours. Sat in corners where voices didn’t expect to be overheard. Let bitterness settle without interruption. Mara hated it. “You’re letting them tear you apart,” she said one night, voice low and furious. “Say something.” Lyra shook her head. “Not yet.” Tyler was worse. He watched the way wolves stopped bowing their heads when she passed
REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS BLOOD Where Loyalty Is Punished
The first scream came after midnight. It cut through the compound like a blade dragged too slowly across skin. Not loud enough to wake everyone. Just sharp enough to wake the ones already listening for it. Lyra was on her feet before the second scream ended. She didn’t wait for guards. She didn’t call for Mara. The bond pulled her forward, hot and insistent, like it already knew where the sound had come from. The infirmary. She ran. Torches flared as wolves poured into the corridors, half-dressed, weapons half-grabbed, fear snapping awake faster than reason. Lyra pushed past them, breath burning, heart hammering. The infirmary doors were open. That was wrong. Inside, chaos reigned. Beds overturned. Supplies scattered. A healer sobbing in the corner, hands slick with blood, she couldn’t stop. Two enforcers stood frozen near the far wall, staring at something on the floor like they couldn’t make their bodies move. Lyra followed their gaze. Althea lay on the groun
REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS BLOOD Where Standing Together Costs More
The pair came forward at dusk. Not running. Not shaking. Walking side by side like they had decided something and refused to reconsider it. Lyra saw them before anyone else did. They emerged from the eastern corridor, steps measured, shoulders squared. One was a guard from the outer watch. The other was a woman Lyra recognized from the infirmary rotation. Not the healer who had been detained, but her apprentice. Younger. Softer. Still learning how to keep her hands steady around blood. They stopped a few paces from Lyra. Together. Precisely as she had said. The yard went quiet in a way that felt different from fear. This wasn’t panic. This was anticipation edged with dread. Mara exhaled slowly beside Lyra. “They’re really doing it.” “Yes,” Lyra said. And her chest tightened painfully. “They listened.” The guard spoke first. “My name is Rook.” The woman swallowed. “I’m Althea.” Lyra nodded. “Speak.” They exchanged a glance. A small one. Shared. Practiced.
REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS BLOOD Where Rules Are Answered
The body arrived at dawn. Not carried. Not hidden. Delivered. The gates were still shut when the horn sounded. Not a warning blast. Not a call for defense. Just one long, steady note that vibrated through the compound like a held breath. Lyra was already awake. She knew before anyone told her. Mara reached her first, face grim. “You need to come.” They didn’t open the gate all the way. Just enough. The body lay across the threshold like a deliberate obstruction. A man in a pack of colors. Blood dried dark against his throat. His eyes were open, staring sightlessly at the sky. Lyra recognized him instantly. Calder. One of the truth-tellers who had stepped forward at the gate. A murmur spread through the yard as wolves gathered, drawn by instinct and dread. No one touched the body. No one spoke. Tyler arrived moments later, gaze sweeping the scene, jaw set. “He crossed under protection,” Tyler said. “Yes,” Lyra replied. “Which means this was the answer.
REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS BLOOD Where the Rule Is Broken
Where the Rule Is Broken Lyra announced the rule at midday. Not at dawn, when fear was soft and exhausted. Not at night, when shadows made lies feel easier. Midday, when everyone was awake enough to feel the risk. The pack gathered slowly, tension rippling through the yard like heat off stone. Wolves stood apart now, no longer clustering by habit. Old alliances kept a distance. New ones hadn’t formed yet. That uncertainty was the point. Lyra stepped forward alone. Tyler stayed back. That, too, was deliberate. “This is the rule,” Lyra said. No preamble. No justification. “From this moment on, no accusation will be punished unless two independent accounts corroborate it.” Murmurs broke out immediately. “Independent means unconnected,” Lyra continued. “Not packmates. Not family. Not those who share duty rotations.” A growl rippled. “And,” she added, voice steady, “anyone who makes a false accusation will face the same consequence they demanded for the accused.
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