ログインRONAN'S POV---I don't follow her.I watch Lyra run from the training field, her dark hair flying, her shoulders shaking. She disappears through the fortress doors. I stay where I am.My hands are still warm from touching her.She landed on top of me. Her chest against mine. Her breath on my lips. I can still feel the weight of her. The fear in her eyes when Kael's voice cut through the air.She is mine. I will kill you if you touch her again.Kael didn't say it. But his eyes screamed it. Possessive. Territorial.I found her first.---I walk back to my quarters. The fortress is loud around me—warriors training, servants rushing. No one looks at me twice. I'm just another guest. Just another prince visiting from the Eastern Court.They don't know who I am.They don't know why I'm really here.I close the door. Lock it. Pull the pendant from beneath my shirt.Silver. Worn smooth. A crescent moon wrapped around a broken crown.The symbol of the Silver Crescent Pack. The bloodline I've
ROMAN'S POVI have searched for ten years.Every pack. Every ruin. Every rumor that whispered of a survivor. I followed false leads and dead ends. I wasted years on lies.And then I found her.In a fortress at the edge of the world. Sold like cattle. Mated to a wolf who refuses to claim her.The Moon Goddess has a cruel sense of humor.I stand at my window and watch the sun rise over the mountains. The east wing is still dark. She is still sleeping. Or trying to sleep. I have seen the shadows under her eyes. She is scared.She hides it well. But I see it.My hand moves to my chest. Beneath my shirt, the silver pendant rests against my skin. I have worn it every day since my mother died.A crescent moon wrapped around a broken crown.The symbol of the Silver Crescent.The symbol of the pack my mother served.The symbol that now marks Lyra's wrist.I pull the pendant out and stare at it. The silver is worn smooth from years of touching.I found her, Mother. I found the heir.Now what do
LYRA'S POV I cannot stop thinking about Prince Ronan.His green eyes. His easy smile. The way he caught my elbow like I was someone worth catching. The way he said you are not trouble.I guess I wasn't fast to adjust the leather in my wrist. I think he saw the symbol.There was something in his eyes when he saw it. Recognition. Curiosity. Like he knew something I did not. I just remembered he stirred at my wrist at that moment we saw.I lie on my bed and stare at the ceiling. The mark pulses softly under my sleeve. It has been doing that more often now. Not painful. Just... present. Like a heartbeat that does not belong to me.I should go back to the library.I need answers.---The training field incident changed everything.Warriors avoid me now. They do not look at me. They do not speak to me. When I walk through the hallways, they step aside. Not out of respect. Out of fear.I am a monster to them.A servant girl who made trained wolves drop to their knees.I do not blame them. I
LYRA'S POV Three days pass after the training field. I do not leave my room. The guards bring food. I do not eat. The mark pulses on my wrist. I do not look at it. Kael does not come. I do not know if I want him to or not. The fortress is louder than usual today. Boots stomp through the hallways. Voices shout orders. Horses neigh in the courtyard. Something is happening. Something big. I press my ear to the door. "...Prince Ronan arrives within the hour..." "...send word to Alpha Kael..." "...elite warriors from the Eastern Court..." Prince Ronan. I have heard that name before. In Silver Ridge, the servants whispered about him. The prince of the Eastern Court. The most powerful wolf in the kingdom after the High King himself. They say he is young. Handsome. Dangerous. They say he has never lost a fight. I sit back on my bed and pull my knees to my chest. A prince. Coming here. To this cold fortress in the mountains. It has nothing to do with me. I am still a prisoner.
KAEL'S POVThe war room is cold and crowded.I called the meeting ten minutes after Lyra ran from the training field. Every captain. Every elder. Every warrior who witnessed what happened. They fill the long stone room with shuffling feet and whispered questions. No one knows why I summoned them.But I see the fear in their eyes.They felt it too.I stand at the head of the table and wait for silence. It takes longer than usual. When the room finally quiets, I look at Captain Dain."Report."Dain steps forward. His face is pale. He does not look at the other warriors. He looks only at me."This morning at the training field," he says slowly, "Lyra of Silver Ridge engaged in a sparring match with Warrior Rina.""Who won?"Dain swallows. "Lyra."Murmurs ripple through the room. Rina is one of our best fighters. A servant girl should not be able to touch her."How?" someone asks.Dain shakes his head. "She did not fight like a trained warrior. She fought like someone who has nothing to l
LYRA'S POV Three days pass in a blur of walls and whispers.I cannot stay in that room anymore. The stone is closing in. The ceiling is getting lower. i can't just forget about the the attack. And also about the new discovery. Every sound makes me jump.On the fourth morning, I make a decision.I ask the guards to take me to the training field.They look at me like I have lost my mind. Maybe I have. But I need air. I need space. I need to feel something other than fear."The training field is for warriors," one guard says."Then I will watch from the side."He hesitates. Then he nods.---The training field sits behind the main fortress. It is a wide circle of packed dirt surrounded by wooden fences. Weapons racks line the edges. Warriors train in pairs, their swords clashing, their bodies sweating.I find a spot near the fence and sit on a wooden bench.No one looks at me. No one speaks to me. I am invisible here too. Just like in Silver Ridge. Just like everywhere.A part of me is
LYRA'S POV I wake to fire on my wrist. Not real fire. Something worse. Something inside my skin. I sit up so fast my head spins. The room is dark. The broken window lets in cold air, but the heat on my arm is burning. I look down at my left wrist. A mark sits beneath my skin. Silver. Glowing f
LYRA'S POVThe morning comes too bright.Sunlight pours through the broken window. I did not sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the knife. Every time I breathed, I smelled smoke and metal. Every time I moved, I felt the weight of his words.Especially not me.I press my palms against my eyes
KAEL'S POVThe forest is black and cold.I run faster than I have ever run in my life. My wolf is fully in control now. Four paws pounding against wet earth. My nose low to the ground. The scent of the assassin is fresh, smoke and metal and something rotten underneath.She is fast. But I am faster.
LYRA'S POVSleep will not come.I lie on the bed in the east wing and stare at the ceiling. The room is small but clean. A bed. A table. A single window that looks out at the mountains. The guards locked the door from the outside. I am a prisoner now. Not a guest. Not a Luna. A prisoner.My mate pu







