Mag-log in“What the hell was that about, Lyra?” Selene yelled from behind me as she hastened her steps to catch up with me.
I turned around, my anger simmering but I masked it with indifference.
"What was what about?” I queried back with a frown.
“Why did you turn down Damon's proposal? You made him look like a joke in the whole pack." She hissed, glaring at me.
“What was I supposed to do when I am not ready to be his girlfriend?"
“What do you mean you don't want to be with him? Last night,you said…”
"I thought it over and while Damon is a good man, I want to concentrate on other things first and not starting a relationship.” I cut her off, folding my hands on my chest daring her to continue.
Selene looked taken aback by my answer, she never expected that from me. She wasn't used to me not doing what she wanted. I had been a puppet.
In my past life, I was a fool who got easily manipulated by their sweet words and coercion. Things were different and I was going to undo every single mistake I made before.
Everything started the day I accepted Damon's stupid cheap proposal and I had figured out after waking that to get a different result in my second life, I needed the changes.
“What are you talking about?" Selene asked, puzzled.
“I want to learn from my mother and be the next pack healer. It's my duty and responsibility." I replied and watched as Selene frowned, dissatisfied.
My previous life, they had talked me into abandoning being the pack's healer since my mother never liked the duo. This time, I won't disappoint my mother who always wanted me to take over as the next pack healer.
“Did your mother talk you into this? Last night, you said you didn't want to be one." Selene asked, her hatred for my mother slightly showing.
“No one talked to me about anything. I made the decision myself," I replied sharply.
I turned around and started making my way to the woods.
"I am going for a run. I'll see you later.” I said and disappeared before she could say anything else.
As a wolf, I was bestowed with the powers to teleport. I discovered that ability when I was fifteen years old. I can also run very fast in my human form, even faster than normal werewolves in my werewolf form.
My mother never explained why I was different from others. She only said I was special. With my wolf in deep slumber, I couldn’t shift to her so I opted to teleport.
I appeared again some distance from where I knew I couldn't miss him: Killian, our pack Alpha. He was training with his beta, Luka.
I hid behind a tree and observed as they exchanged blows after blows. Luca was on the receiving end and was having a hard time defending himself from Killian's feral attacks.
As I watched him, guilt washed over through me. In my previous life, I tormented him, embarrassed him in front of the pack, accused him of crimes he didn't commit and finally betrayed him.
“Come out," he ordered as he halted his sparring with Luka who then slumped on the ground in exhaustion.
I smiled awkwardly and emerged from my hideout. I walked towards them and flinched from the intensity of his stare.
He had that murderous look on his face, as if one wrong word and he would rip my neck off my body.
That wasn't above him though, I had seen and heard about his ruthlessness whispered throughout the pack.
“What are you doing here? Spying on me?" He asked, his eyes narrowed on me.
I almost rolled my eyes at his accusation.
“Why would I spy on you, Alpha? I was just passing by." I answered.
Killian gave me a cold long glare.
“Why are you not with your little boyfriend? Did he send you to keep tabs on me?” He asked and I realized that all along, he knew what Damon was plotting against him. He also knew that Damon used me to get to him. If he did, why didn't he tell me then?
‘Oh please, would you have believed him?’ An inner voice mocked me. Yes, I wouldn't have believed him if it was the me in my past life.
“Are you jealous, Alpha?" I asked, stepping closer to him and giving him a sweet smile.
I watched as his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened.
“Jealous? Do I need to be jealous of a useless prick like him? You belong to me, Lyra and I will kill anyone who steals you from me." Killian declared possessively.
Something about his words rubbed me sweetly and I found myself smiling.
In my previous life, I heard him declare his possessiveness over me severally and every time he did, I ended up hating him more. This time though, a sweet sensation swept through me.
“Are you saying you will fight for me?" I decided to push my luck and see how far he would go for me.
In my previous life, Killian was in battle when Selene and Damon killed me. After colluding with traitors to attack the pack, they took the opportunity to finish me while Killian was away.
“Fight for you? Why would I fight for what's mine?" Killian asked,frowning.
I fought the urge to smack him in the face. What did he mean by that? Isn't it normal to fight for what you want?
“What if I want you to fight for me?" I inquired and Killian scoffed.
"Isn't that what your little lover boy is doing?” He asked before glaring at me and walked away.
I stomped my feet in anger. I couldn’t believe that he walked away from me.
I was still reeling in anger when Luka approached me, a stern look on his face.
“Stop whatever games you are playing, Miss Lyra. The Alpha won't fall for your petty tricks." Luka warned.
I looked at him, aggrieved.
"What makes you think I am playing games?” I snapped at him, annoyed.
What was the deal with them though? Did they have to think the worst of me?
But then again, after all I had done and followed Damon as if I was a puppy, I think I deserved Killian's coldness.
“You are already engaged to Damon. You have violated the engagement treaty you two had. Don't come to pester the Alpha again." Luca replied and I smiled.
My plan of making Killian jealous had worked. Now, both of them thought I betrayed the Alpha.
“I don't plan on doing that, Luka. I am going to pester your Alpha till I breathe my last. Be ready to see me around often." I declared and Luka’s eyes widened in surprise before anger overtook them.
“What else do you want? Haven't you done enough? Do you want to embarrass the Alpha until he loses face before his own people?"
I could feel the anger and hatred in Luca’s words but I smiled in return.
“You will know what I want later. See you tonight, Beta Luka." I said and skipped away before the man could say another word.
I made my way back home, not derailed by the fact that neither Killian nor Luka trusted me. They had their reasons not to but I wasn't going to let things remain that way.
“I will earn your forgiveness and your trust, Killian. That's a promise." I said to myself, smiling.
Pushing the door to my house, a rather familiar scent hit me, making my heart race. My eyes scanned the room and settled on her seated on the sofa across from my mother.
“Long time no see, Lyra."
LyraI wake to quiet. Not the fragile kind that once made my heart race, waiting for screams or alarms, but a living quiet. The sort that breathes with you. The kind that hums softly through the walls, through the land, through my bones.Morning light spills through the tall windows of our chamber, pale gold and warm. It touches the stone floors, the carved beams, the low table where flowers from the eastern meadow rest in a simple bowl. Wildflowers. They grow again now.For a long time, I simply lie there, listening.Killian sleeps beside me, his breath deep and even, one arm heavy around my waist as if his body still remembers the fear of losing me. His scars, those that remained even after healing, catch the light faintly. Proof that this peace was not given freely.I trace a finger along his wrist, down to where our bond hums, steady, no longer screaming or strained. Whole. We are whole.When he stirs, his eyes open slowly, unfocused at first, then soft when they find me.“You’re
LyraThe night the realms bowed was not loud with thunder, nor torn open by fire. It was quiet.Sacred.The moon hung full and unblinking above the ancient clearing, its silver light spilling over stone and root, crown and claw alike. Torches burned low around the council ring, their flames steady, as if even fire understood this was a moment meant to endure.I stood at the heart of it all since I had already been recognized as the Alpha King since the night I rid the world of Alpha Leo and his dark minions.I didn't stand on a dais nor on a throne carved of gold.I stood just on bare earth beneath my feet. The land had asked for no distance between us. Around me gathered the representatives of every realm that still breathed beneath the sky.Wolves; alphas and betas from packs once divided by bloodshed and pride, now stood shoulder to shoulder, their gazes sharp but no longer hostile. Their scents filled the air: iron, pine, loyalty, grief, hope.Witches came next, cloaked in sigils
KillianI felt her slipping long before the world went quiet. Not fading, no.Lyra has never faded. She was falling.The sky above the ruined clearing fractured into streaks of silver and ash, lightning frozen mid-tear like the gods themselves had forgotten how to breathe. Varkar’s body lay broken at the heart of the battlefield, his ancient form unraveling into smoke and bone, his scream still echoing between realms.But victory tasted like blood.Lyra knelt at the center of it all, her hands pressed to the scorched earth, head bowed, power pouring out of her in waves that made the ground tremble. Magic screamed around her; wild, ancient and unbound. It tore through the veil between worlds like claws through flesh.“Lyra,” I rasped, staggering toward her.Every instinct I had, Alpha, wolf and mate, was howling. This wasn’t the price of battle. This was the price of ending a cycle.I reached her just as her shoulders shuddered. Her breath hitched once. Then again, and then… nothing.“
KillianThe bond screamed before the horns ever sounded.It wasn’t pain at first, no, it was absence. A sharp, hollow yank, like someone had torn a living thread straight out of my chest and left nothing but air where Lyra had been. I staggered mid-step, my vision blurring, my wolf slamming against my ribs with a snarl that shook bone.Lyra.I turned just in time to feel it fully. Her fear. Her magic flaring wild. And then… movement. Not running. Not fleeing.Taken.The world snapped into command.“Seal the inner wards!” I roared, my voice carrying across the pack grounds like thunder. “Luca, evacuation protocol, now. Tier One and Two to the secret domain. No delays. No questions.”The horns blared, deep and ancient, echoing through the stone and forest alike. Wolves froze for half a heartbeat, and then moved. Warriors shifted mid-stride. Mothers grabbed children. Elders were lifted without protest. This wasn’t panic. This was training meeting terror.I felt her again then, Lyra’s mag
LyraThe Shadow World does not welcome me. It recoils.The ground beneath my bare feet ripples like disturbed water, darkness pulling away from my touch as if I am a wound in its skin. The sky above is not a sky at all, no stars, no moon, only a vast, breathing canopy of shadow, threaded with slow-moving veins of violet light.I feel Killian before I hear him. Not his voice. Not his body.His heart. It beats inside me, steady and fierce, a living anchor tethering me to a world I can no longer see.You shouldn’t be here, the bond whispers, not fear, not doubt, but certainty. And neither should I be without you, I answer.Killian stands at the threshold between realms, his body barred from crossing, his spirit straining so hard against the bond that it burns. The Shadow World will not allow him in. Alphas were never meant to walk this place. This battlefield belongs to witches, gods, and monsters born before language.And yet, he is with me.I can feel his hands shaking. His jaw clenche
LyraThe first thing Varkar does is laugh at my misery.Not with sound, no. Sound would have been merciful. His laughter is pressure. It bends the air, crushes the ground beneath my feet, makes the moon itself flicker like a frightened thing. The trees around the clearing bow as if in worship, their leaves shriveling mid-breath.I stagger, boots digging into scorched earth, and raise my hands instinctively. Power answers. It always does now.Too easily.Varkar looms before me now, vast and half-formed, as if reality itself cannot decide what shape he should take. His body is smoke and bone and shadow-fire, ribs visible through a chest that burns black at the seams. One horn curls like a broken crown; the other fractures into nothingness before reforming again.He looks… ancient. Older than the packs. Older than the gods who pretend not to remember him.“So,” he says, voice layered, a thousand throats speaking as one. “This is the little witch who drank from the abyss. The abomination
LyraSelene’s eyes blazed as she stormed toward me, her heels clicking sharply against the stones. “What did you do to him, Lyra? Shouldn't you be protecting the man you love?” She hissed, rushing to Damon’s side, who lay sprawled a few feet away, groaning.“You should be asking what he tried to d
KillianThe ballroom glowed with warmth and music, filled with laughter and clinking glasses. Wolves danced, drank, and celebrated like it was the last night on earth.And yet, I felt nothing. The night was supposed to be me choosing my mate, my Luna, but how could I when the one person I wanted di
LyraHis body was so close to mine that I could barely think.The heat from him rolled off in waves as he loomed over me, his hands braced on the wall beside my head. The music from the Luna choosing ceremony party was just a faint thrum in the background now, as though the world had narrowed down
“I can't believe you are here, Ayana." I squealed, hugging the girl in my arms.“Come on Lyra, you will squish me into a ball if you keep this up. You have been hugging me the whole day." Ayana complained with a pout and I smiled.Ayana was my best friend before Selene came along. A year before my







