FAZER LOGINDamonThe scream shattered the night.It wasn’t just a sound, it was a storm tearing through the room, vibrating in the air, in my bones, in every corner of me that still remembered what it meant to feel.I was there before I even realized that I had moved. The door slammed open, my steps heavy, the air trembling with the residual hum of the spell that had carried him here. Killian was thrashing on the bed, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving, the sheets tangled around his legs like chains he couldn’t break. His voice tore through the darkness, raw and terrified, shouting words I couldn’t understand, or maybe I couldn’t feel them.For a long time, I could only stand there.Watching.I had imagined this moment a thousand times, the moment I would finally have him.No more distance.No more Lyra.No more waiting.And now he was here.My Killian.But the air was… wrong.Something in me felt off, the part that should have rejoiced was silent. The part that should have burned with love wa
Silence had a sound.It was the faint dripping of water somewhere beyond the dungeon wall, the slow creak of chains swaying with no wind, the rasp of shallow breath from lungs that had forgotten how to hope.Killian sat on the cold floor, knees drawn to his chest, staring at the faint reflection in the cracked mirror Damon had left him as a joke.The man staring back was a stranger.Pale. Gaunt. Eyes hollow and rimmed with shadow. The proud alpha who once commanded storms now looked like a ghost pretending to be human. His hair hung in uneven strands, his lips cracked. Beneath the collar of his torn shirt, the scar from Selene’s ritual pulsed faintly, a reminder that his wolf was gone, truly gone.He was now lesser than a human: wolfless and powerless. He had even forgotten what the pull it the moon felt like.He touched the mark, half expecting to hear a growl, a whisper, anything.But there was only silence.He exhaled slowly.That silence was worse than pain.He Kay there motionles
KillianThe world ended in fragments.Not in a single explosion or a scream, but in a thousand disjointed moments; smoke curling through broken windows, the copper taste of blood in the air, the weight of a dying brother against my chest. The Ether pack had always been proud, disciplined, loyal, strong, but that night, all that pride scattered like ashes in the wind.I could not tell when the sky began to burn. One moment, the moon glowed silver above the treeline; the next, it was drowned in smoke and fire. Shapes moved through the darkness, wolves I once called kin, now twisted by vengeance. I heard the crack of bones, the tearing of flesh, the shrieks of women who had never known war until now.“Hold the line!” Someone shouted.But the line had already broken.My boots slipped on blood-slick ground as I dragged a wounded warrior toward safety. The boy, Rylan, barely sixteen, gurgled something that might have been “Alpha,” before his breath stilled. I froze, the sound hollowing out
KillianThe night that had begun with light ended in fire.I still remember how her hand had felt in mine only hours ago; warm, certain, pulsing with the rhythm of our bond beneath our skin. But now that same hand was clenched into a fist, trembling not from fear, but from restraint.“Lyra?” My voice cracked as her name left me. “What are you doing?”We stood in the clearing where the coming of age ceremony had been held. The moon that had witnessed our union now hung cold and distant above us. The crowd had gone. The laughter and blessings had vanished, swallowed by silence. Only we remained, Lyra, me, and the shadows that whispered behind her.Damon.He stood just beyond her shoulder, half in light, half in darkness. There was something smug about the way his lips curved, as though he knew something I didn’t.And maybe he did.Lyra’s eyes didn’t meet mine. “I’m sorry, Killian.”No. No, she couldn’t be.My chest tightened, the bond between us thrumming with unease.“If it’s about th
KillianThe forest breathed with life that night.Every branch shimmered under the pale wash of moonlight; every leaf seemed to hum with the same nervous anticipation that thrummed through my veins. The Ether looked alive, rivers glowing faintly, fireflies hovering like sparks over water, the distant mountains whispering songs of blessing. It was the night of our coming-of-age ceremony.And I, Killian, was standing at the edge of the clearing, heart hammering against my ribs, waiting for the Moon Goddess to decide my fate.But deep down, I already knew.Because she was there.Lyra.She stood at the heart of the circle, where the moonlight was brightest, wearing a gown white as frost, her dark hair tumbling loose like midnight rain. The soft glow of torches kissed her skin, and her eyes, gods, those eyes… they had always been trouble for me. Too bright. Too alive.When she turned her head, just slightly, the world tilted.I remembered every stupid, restless heartbeat I had ever had aro
LyraThe forest listened when I screamed his name.It didn’t answer. It only echoed me back, a hollow sound that rattled through the trees and died like a dying flame. The wind carried my voice, scattered it like ash. Every root, every leaf, every trembling blade of grass seemed to know that something had been ripped from the fabric of this world.Killian was gone.His scent ended at the southern border, abrupt, clean, like a page torn out of a book. No trace of a struggle, no blood, no broken branches. Nothing. That was what terrified me the most. Whoever had taken him hadn’t fought him. They had erased him.I stood at the edge of the clearing, fists clenched, breath coming in shallow bursts. The bond that had once pulsed warm and steady inside me now flickered faintly, like a candle guttering against a storm. I could still feel him, somewhere, but far, muffled, as though wrapped in ice.“Lyra.”Luca’s voice came low and careful behind me. He had followed at a distance, giving me spa
LyraThe glow of magic still lingered in the clearing like smoke after fire. Embers winked faintly in the air, blossoms shimmered faintly crimson, and the wooden wolf I had woven from the roots had already begun to crumble back into the earth. Only Killian remained steady before me, though his brea
LyraKillian stared at me, his dark brows furrowed in that way that made his face look both impossibly regal and impossibly stubborn. His arms were crossed against his broad chest, his body half-tense as though bracing himself against something he couldn’t quite name. I knew that look well enough.
LyraKillian’s eyes locked onto mine as if he could pry the truth out of me without words. The silence stretched between us, heavy and expectant, until the pressure in my chest grew unbearable.“You want to know what Moonveil means,” I said softly.His jaw clenched. “Yes. Everything.”I drew in a l
LyraThe night was crisp, the kind of stillness that clung to your skin like mist. I slipped through the trees with the quiet ease of someone who knew how to move unseen. My cloak hugged my shoulders, black as the darkness around me, and the moonlight sifted gently through the branches overhead.Bu







