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My mother came to the feast preparations the next morning with her sleeves rolled and her chin up, and she never spoke of a husband for me again. She only asked one thing.
"Whatever happens to your sister. Don't be the one who does it to her."
I told her I'd try. It was the most honest answer I
Lyra ‘s POVThree years after the fires at the Moon Goddess Shrine, Lyra Crimson stood before the Council of Elders in the great hall of the Red Moon den and took the crown from Orio Veyl's successor — a young, careful rite-keeper who read the old words without once looking up to meet her eyes.There was no rite of chance this time. No high priest weighing two sisters' names on the old stones and letting the moon decide which daughter lived a life and which one didn't. She had rewritten that rite in her first year on the throne, the same year she'd rewritten a dozen others, and the pack had learned quickly that what the new Alpha King struck down did not come back.They called her Alpha King, not Luna, not Empress, not any of the soft words the old court had built for women who were meant to be held ra
Lyra ‘s POVThe Goddess's shrine belonged to Selena. She'd claimed it as her place of prayer the day she went into the Elder's house, one of the few dignities nobody had thought worth stripping from her. So when word reached her that I meant to bring our father there to pray for his health, she couldn't get herself up the mountain fast enough.I already knew what she was planning.She meant to burn herself. A careful fire, contained, just enough to open a convincing scar along her collarbone or her jaw — the kind of mark a wolf carries home from a real fight, not a punishment. Show me a body marked like a survivor instead of a traitor, and let the court start whispering that the wrong sister came home in armor. And somewhere inside that performance, a blade for me, close enough to pass off
Lyra ‘s POVMy mother begged for one dinner. Just one, she said, so Selena could sit across from me and prove she'd changed.I knew better before I ever sat down. I went anyway, because refusing would've cost me more with my mother than sitting through it would cost me with Selena.Selena came to the table soft-spoken and small, head bowed the way a properly chastened wolf bows, and she played it well enough that my mother's shoulders finally came down from around her ears for the first time in weeks. She asked after my campaign with wide, careful eyes. She praised the wine I'd sent up from the eastern cellars. She laughed at something my mother said, light and easy, exactly the daughter our mother had spent seventeen years believing she'd raised.Hal
Lyra ‘s POVMy mother came to the feast preparations the next morning with her sleeves rolled and her chin up, and she never spoke of a husband for me again. She only asked one thing."Whatever happens to your sister. Don't be the one who does it to her."I told her I'd try. It was the most honest answer I had.Selena had gone into the Elder's house with no rank, no name, no den behind her, and nothing but her face to work with. She'd always believed the face was enough. She spent her first month there learning that a wolf with no pack is prey to everyone under the same roof — and the women serving that house had all been placed there by Victoria.They knew exactly what she'd poured into Victoria's w
Lyra ‘s POVI had the den prepare the victory feast exactly as it would have been prepared any other year, and I put my mother in charge of it.She knew where my father was. She knew who was holding him. She carried the keys to the kitchens and the wine cellars around all week with that knowledge sitting behind her eyes, and she never once asked me about it. On the third night she finally came to my chambers and sat on the edge of my bed like she had when I was small."You've won, Lyra. You've beaten a pack nobody could beat." Her hands worked at each other in her lap. "So why does none of it seem to be enough for you? Let it go now. Let me find you a good match, somewhere quiet, and you can stop."Stop. She meant it kindly. She's spent her whole life
Lyra ‘s POVWe'd been promised an escort of royal kin. The Alpha came himself.Sure of his own ground and his own teeth, he brought almost no one with him."Let's have a look at what they've sent me."He handed me down from the carriage, and the second our palms met his whole face changed."What princess has hands like these?"Too late. I turned my wrist and put my blade against his throat."Soft hands can't hold a knife."I gave the word and my bridal train came out of its silk — every attendant armed, every dowry chest open, the whole procession standing as the g







