ログインXavierI catch her before she hits the ground. With one hand already across her back, I slip the other under her knees as I lift her. Lyra’s weight settles against my chest the same second my nose drops to the small pool of blood already soaking her clothes. The fresh metallic smell, strong enough to drown out the scent of pine and damp earth, hits me immediately. Wolfsbane. My jaw tightened as the smell of wolfsbane infiltrated my senses. It burned the back of my throat, mixing with the smell of blood until the air around us tasted poisonous. The amount of wolfsbane in the arrow tells me this attack was deliberate and calculated with the intent of taking a wolf down fast and keeping them down. This was no accident. Nobody carried that much wolfsbane by accident. It was obviously brought here with Lyra as the target. Were we followed from Ashveil? Hot rage flooded my chest at the thought. “Lyra.” I try to keep my voice level. Her lashes flutter against her cheeks. Her dark
LyraThey let me back in to pack my things. That is how it was phrased when the message was delivered to me. A flat administrative permission relayed to me by a low ranking member of the pack, who delivers the message without meeting my eyes and is gone before I could even reply. I was giving till morning till collect my belongings. I hesitate at the entrance of the pack house for a moment before I go in. Through the wooden door I can hear movement in the house. I hear the low murmur of wolves going about their evening. Pressing my palm flat against the door and feeling the familiar texture of it, I push it open and step inside for what feels like the last time. I feel the change in the atmosphere immediately. Their reaction isn’t dramatic as nobody screams or yells. It is much more subtle than that and still somehow way worse. A young werewolf coming down the stairs catches my scent before she sees me and her wolf reacts before her mind can intervene as she takes a small involun
Lyra“W-what?” I stuttered out confused. Is he crazy? I can’t be his mate. We don’t even know each other. Plus we already have mates. Oh. My heart turns into a tight fist in my chest at the thought of Dylan and Emery. I stood in stunned silence, having an internal war with myself. “I am sure there are many women in your pack who would be happy to be with you. Why me?”“I would not put another wolf through the pain of losing his mate.You already lost your mate and you were supposed to be a Luna anyway.” He says matter of factly.I am still trying to find the right words when a delicious scent hits me. Dylan! What is he doing here? Did Xavier invite him? Was this some kind of test?The familiar scent hits me hard as my wolf and body still recognise and react to him. My wolf recoiled, no longer reacting with the excitement she previously had. This breaks something in me. Xavier’s eyes sharpen when they narrow on Dylan, who just stepped into the clearing.My stomach drops at the sight
LYRAI’m not going to go. Going to meet a potentially— albeit breathtaking— stranger in the woods is crazy. Isn’t it?I battle with my thoughts as I lie awake staring at the ceiling. I use the face and thought of the beautiful stranger to distract myself from constant pain I feel from the severed bond. . I’m not going.He’s a stranger. He watched me through my window for goddess knows how long. He appeared on an empty path and basically ordered me to show up tomorrow like my time was his. I don’t know anything about him besides his name.I’m not going. I fall asleep with that thought in mind. I wake up in pain.Not the chest pain that came with the rejection, that has become so familiar I barely recognise it now. This is a gut wrenching pain I feel in my stomach. The nauseating pain that means Dylan is having his fun with Emery and the moon goddess decided I need to know about it at four in the morning.I press my face into the pillow trying to breathe through it slowly, the way I h
LyraI couldn’t sleep that night.Knowing you’re about to lose your home would do that to you. But that didn’t stop my mind from returning again and again to the grey eyes of a man I do not even know. I think about the way its stare woke my dormant wolf up. I don’t know what it means but it scares me just as much as it excites me. My wolf went quiet again after he disappeared, but thankfully not like before. Now I can still feel her presence and for that I’m grateful. Although it seems like she’s just waiting for him to come back.The first light of the day filtered through the window as I pull my hair back. Looking at the mirror I see the blue and purple bruises beginning to form on my stomach from my mates affairs with his girlfriend. Not wanting the rejection to take over my life I decided to start my day very early. Pushing the past few days to the back of my mind, I make my way out the door. Before I can get far though I hear my name. It’s Priya, one of the unmated wolves l
LYRAI wake up on the floor of my room and for one brief, merciful moment I don’t remember why. That is of course until it all rushes back to me. My brief happiness and the immense pain that followed. My wolf’s silence and everything else. You don’t know how fortunate you are till misfortune hits. You don’t realize just how easy everything was till things get harder. You don’t think of how much you have till you don’t anymore. These are the thoughts that find me as I sit up slowly looking around my room. The sun rays filter through the gap in my curtains making me look down. My dress is wrinkled beyond saving, my face feels swollen and my whole body aches from spending the night on the hardwood floor. Somewhere in the pack house I live in someone is moving around in the kitchen, the usual sounds of a morning that has arrived without asking if I’m ready for it.I’m not ready for it.I press my palms flat against the cold floorboards taking steady breaths, I feel my wolf stir within m
LYRA“Don’t say it.” My voice comes out all wrong. Too small, too exposed and not like I had imagined this moment would be. But then I had never imagined a moment like this. Not exactly like this. Not to me.The Alpha’s hall is warm and full of people. The low buzz of conversations, the smell of f







