เข้าสู่ระบบLYRAI sat in the dim light of the back room, the air thick with the smell of old iron and wet stone, and stared at the map Marcus had laid out. We were planning in secret, and I hadn't even told Kael where I was going. Marcus had his own resources, his own rogue networks that ran like veins beneath the Council's territory, and he was the only one who could get us into that stronghold. It was a suicide mission, a direct action against Council forces that would officially end any chance of a peaceful negotiation, but it was the only way to get Leila back. I couldn't let a young girl die just because the Council wanted to play a game of chicken with me.As we finalized the entry points, Marcus leaned back in his chair and looked at me. His eyes were dark, and for a moment, the hardened warrior mask slipped. "I know you love him, Lyra," he said, his voice quiet but steady. "I can see it in the way you look at him, and I can smell it all over your skin every time you come back from his q
LYRAI stood in the center of the war room, my eyes scanning the maps spread across the heavy oak table. There were markings for Council strongholds, supply lines, and the few escape routes we had left. I had seven days. That was it. Seven days to figure out how to stop an entire continent from crushing us into the dirt. I felt the weight of it in my chest, a constant pressure that made it hard to take a full breath. To make things worse, I was caught between two Alphas who couldn't agree on a single thing.Marcus slammed his hand onto the table, pointing at a Council outpost near the border. "We need to go on the offensive, Lyra. We strike them now, before they can get their heavy hitters into position. If we wait for them to come to us, we’re dead."Kael shook his head, his voice low and firm. "That’s suicide, Marcus. We don’t have the numbers for an open assault. We need to consolidate our power here, shore up the defenses, and make sure our people are actually protected before we
LYRAI stood in the center of the war room, my eyes scanning the maps spread across the heavy oak table. There were markings for Council strongholds, supply lines, and the few escape routes we had left. I had seven days. That was it. Seven days to figure out how to stop an entire continent from crushing us into the dirt. I felt the weight of it in my chest, a constant pressure that made it hard to take a full breath. To make things worse, I was caught between two Alphas who couldn't agree on a single thing.Marcus slammed his hand onto the table, pointing at a Council outpost near the border. "We need to go on the offensive, Lyra. We strike them now, before they can get their heavy hitters into position. If we wait for them to come to us, we’re dead."Kael shook his head, his voice low and firm. "That’s suicide, Marcus. We don’t have the numbers for an open assault. We need to consolidate our power here, shore up the defenses, and make sure our people are actually protected before we
KEALMy only priority was Lyra. I didn't care about the politics or the rival packs or the dirt beneath my paws. I saw a Council soldier raising a blade toward her, and I didn't even slow down, I just lunged and tore his throat out before he could even blink. I shifted back to my human form long enough to grab a discarded sword and cut down two more men who were trying to swarm the center of the pit, then I shifted again when a group of archers tried to pin me down. Every muscle in my body was screaming, but I could only see her.I was also processing the impossible thing I had just witnessed. Lucian Draegor had taken an arrow meant for Lyra. That changed everything, and it complicated the absolute certainty I had that he was simply a tyrant who needed to be defeated. I hated him for what he had done to her, I hated him for the way he looked at her, but he had just traded his life for hers. That wasn't the act of a man who only saw her as a slave.When I finally reached the center of
LYRA It was a sea of faces—rival packs from the north, neutral territories looking for a show, and my own people. I saw Rook and Darius near the front, their faces etched with a raw mix of worry and belief that made my throat tight.Then my gaze found Kael. He was standing perfectly still, his massive frame a shadow against the sun-drenched stone, and for one heartbeat, our eyes met. That look held everything we had built in the dirt and the dark. It held the years of trust, the unconditional love that didn't need words, and an absolute faith that I was enough. Just that single look was all I needed, and I felt my resolve solidify like cold steel in my veins.I looked toward the elders and saw Ophelia standing among them, her head tilted back and her expression smug as if she had already won. Then there was Lucian. He was already in the center of the pit, shirtless and scarred, his bronze skin radiating a lethal kind of confidence that used to make me tremble. I looked further up int
LUCIAN I sat alone in my chambers, but the room felt crowded with the memory of her. Lyra. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and it was starting to feel frustrating. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her standing in that hall, holding a sword she had no business wielding and looking at me like I was something she intended to scrape off her boot. I am obsessed with her, and I don't even try to deny it to myself anymore. Every moment of my day is consumed with thoughts of her strength and her defiance. I never actually intended for this duel to happen, and I certainly didn't want to kill her. I wanted to break her slowly, to wear her down until she started to question herself and her new life. I wanted her to surrender willingly so I could keep her close, but she was too strong for that, and she refused to break no matter how much pressure I applied. The door opened, and Ophelia walked in. She was wearing something thin and revealing, and she had that look in her eyes that always
Lyra’s POV Kael’s eyes stayed locked on Rook’s hand like he wanted to tear it off, and I saw the shift in his posture as he stepped forward. He looked like he had already decided what he wanted to do, and I knew that if I didn’t stop him now, he would hurt Rook without thinking about the consequenc
Lyra’s POV His mouth was warm against mine, and for a moment I couldn’t react. My whole body went still because I didn’t know if he was going to pull away or if this was another way to silence me. I waited for him to step back, but he didn’t. His hand stayed on the back of my neck, steady and sure,
Kael’s POV Lyra stood in front of me with the dagger in her hand, and she didn’t bend even a little, and something in me tightened. I was proud of her. Not the quiet pride people felt when someone did something small. This was different. This was the kind of pride I had never felt for anyone before
Lyra’s POV I pushed him hard, and he stepped back a little. My chest felt tight and hot, and the pain hit me before I could hide it. It spread fast, chilly and heavy, because everything made sense at once. If I returned to Blackfang, that would be the end of me and Kael. After I got my revenge, he







