LyraFuck!I wasn't entirely surprised when she mentioned it, but what was the point of making such a sacrifice? What good could it possibly yield? What if it wasn't worth it in the end? What bloody difference would it make? I grunted, pacing around my room while I waited for him to arrive. What was taking him so damn long anyway? I wondered if I should tell him about what she had said, but damn it. Eli had suddenly become so judgmental recently, making me look like a psychopath when I was sure so many Alphas before me had done much worse. I was just trying to keep what was rightfully mine, but he'd make it seem like I was trying to destroy the entire world. If I told him about this sacrifice I had to make, he'd never look at me the same way again. Damn Eli and his fucking morals. I would keep this from him, but tonight was one of those dark nights I needed him to clear my head. I heard a knock on the door and I almost sprinted at it, but I held onto the window pane and in the m
LyraShe stood in a circle she had made with white chalk, her hair drawn over her face as usual, but I could see an awkward, golden glow in her eyes that reminded me of Malric. I stood squarely at the door to show her that I wasn't intimidated by that look and suddenly, I heard her chuckle, a humorless sound that sent a chill up my spine. "You are as desperate as your father was, child," she remarked, "and your own war hasn't even started yet. You've already started spilling blood, even of the innocent."I swallowed and managed to keep my expression straight, "Innocent blood? Oh, please. Drekka wasn't innocent. He was leading an act of treason against my pack by rallying against the sole Alpha's heir." "But you're the one who made yourself the sole heir, Lyra," she remarked, and although her voice was soft and thin, it sounded like a bomb exploding in my head. "You took your inheritance into your own hands."I frowned at her and shook my head, "That child didn't belong to my fat
MalricNothing made sense.Not the strange thatched roof, or the walls that seemed to be closing in every time I shut my eyes and they flickered open. The uncomfortable surface my back rested on creaked each time I moved my limbs and the musky scent of dried herbs hanging from rafters made my insides curl. I sighed and tried to sit up when a searing pain rippled through my right shoulder. I yelled in agony and gnashed my teeth. "He is awake!" A familiar voice suddenly shouted and rushed into the room.I gasped when I saw those gentle eyes staring at me. It seemed like ages since I had last seen him. "Chase?"There were a few swords men Chase had decided to busy himself with in the courtyard daily ever since I returned from the portal. I had kept my distance from him, fully focused on learning whatever it was Cain had failed to teach me and even when I had left the coven, not once did I think about him. How the hell did he find me here? He beamed at me, "Alpha Malric! Thank the
LyraEverything I had ever wanted was within my grasps now.The success of my plans greatly depended on how calm I could be under the pressure. A huge storm was coming and I wasn't sure if I was the one driving it or I'd be drenched in it, either way. I was going to be ready for it all. Draven hadn't been the same since Malric arrived and left. He told none of us to do anything about it, that it was a personal war between both of them now, but I knew better. Draven had never sent any guards after Malric, his heart was too soft for that. He sat in his bedroom now, his face buried in his palms as his thumbs rubbed his temples slowly. I sat down beside him, straightening my face into character and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, "My Alpha," I called softly, but he didn't flinch or raise his head, "What ails you so much?" He grunted and rose to his feet suddenly, allowing my arm to drop, "It's all too much for one person to handle, Lyra. This pack, it's a burden on the shoulde
MalricHell, I might be the bloodbearer, but I didn't belong here.I had never felt so empty. It felt like I had been running in a circle my entire life with no way forward. Without the Alpha title of Vantheir, there was nothing out here for me, but even that I had lost in the most embarrassing way possible. I was fuming when I walked into my bedroom and slammed the door. They were all right. Nyari, Cain, even Marla, this coven? Fuck it. The whole peace bullshit wasn't for me. I couldn't live a peaceful life and have clear thoughts. My mind had mastered the art of conjuring up my most oppressive thoughts at the worst time possible. I picked up a small bag with a few of my clothes and walked out of the room. I was furious at everyone, including myself, but what I couldn't understand was why Alruin was choosing to stay away from me now. I could have remained in the portal too, for once I actually felt my father's love but I had left it all, but he couldn't? That was fucking selfish o
LyraI looked at Eli grimly. I had been expecting this news, but it still hit me firmly. I bit my lower lip and sighed, his eyes were dark and sad, and I bet he was expecting to draw the same reaction out of me. But fuck it, tat was the way the world worked. A baby is being born at the same time a man dies, regardless of who it is. He was weak anyway. It must have been agonizing for him to be bedridden all these months. "What time did it happen?""In the early hours of the morning. He was calling out for you before he died, said he didn't want to leave his poor princess in this cruel world alone," he replied, staring at me from under his eyelids, "we should have been there, Lyra. I told you we should have gone back to Darkmoon when his condition became worse." I squeezed the red amulet in my hand and shook my head, "No, I couldn't leave. I told you, Eli. Andralita said I had to stay put until she was done." I replied flatly and he scoffed. I glared at him, "don't scoff at me, Eli