LOGINLyra's Pov I wake Theron with my hand over his mouth, because whoever is in this house with us is close enough that even a whisper feels too loud.His eyes snapped open immediately, body tense under my touch. The new senses he gained from the Convergence kicked in fast. He felt the wrongness in the air almost as quickly as my gift had. I kept my hand over his mouth for another second, letting the bond do the rest of the talking. Danger. Inside. Close. He nodded once, sharp, and I removed my hand.We moved with controlled urgency. Theron’s command voice dropped to barely audible as he alerted the nearest guards through the pack bond network without raising an alarm that might tip off whoever was inside. I tried to pin down the location of the foreign feeling. My gift strained at a range and precision it had not been tested at before. The malice was faint but steady, like a shadow moving through the halls.Damon joined us within minutes, his own instincts honed enough to move quietly.
Lyra's PovI ask Theron how many women have stood where Vasha stood, and his silence answers before his words do.I could not let it go. The question sat in my chest all evening, through dinner and through the security briefing, heavy and sharp. It was not exactly jealousy, though jealousy was part of it. It was something stranger than that, something specific to having a gift that let me feel everything in real time but gave me no access to the history, the names, the years that existed before I arrived. I could feel exactly what Theron felt right now, in this room, in this moment. But I could not feel the past. And the past was standing at our gate three days after the Blood Moon with elegant composure and old guilt written into the way he had gone still the moment he saw her face. When we were finally alone in our rooms that night, I turned to him and asked him directly. "How many women have stood where Vasha stood?"He went very still. Not the controlled stillness he used
Lyra's PovHer name is Vasha Ironclaw, and she has come to remind Theron that the old order does not need to attack when it can simply offer.Three days after the Blood Moon, the Northern Territory was still finding its footing. Security had tightened past anything I had seen since arriving here, warriors rotating in shorter shifts, checkpoints doubled, every visitor logged and held at the outer gate until clearance came down from Damon personally. I was in the garden with Calla, when the runner came with news of a formal delegation at the gate. Announced through proper Continental channels, Damon confirmed when he appeared a few minutes later. "Who?" Theron asked. Damon told him.I recognized the face the moment Vasha Ironclaw stepped through the main entrance. The same face from my unsummoned vision three nights ago, the one watching from a distance with patient, terrible interest. She presented herself as an independent emissary, not openly declaring her f
Lyra's PovCalla looks at my stomach before she looks at my face, and that is how I know whatever she saw is already true.Calla was pale and shaking from the strain of whatever vision had hit her. She sat up in the medical bed, breathing carefully, in through the nose, the way I had seen her breathe when she was managing something large passing through her gift rather than pain. She looked at my stomach first. Not my face, not Theron, not the doorway. My stomach. Then her eyes came up to meet mine, and whatever she found there seemed to confirm something she had already decided was true before we arrived. "Sit down," she said. "Both of you."We sat. Theron pulled his chair close to mine without looking. "I saw a child," she said. "Not far in the future. Not years from now. Conceived tonight, during the split itself, while the Convergence power was still actively moving between you." Theron’s voice came out sharp. "That is not possible. We were not even—"Calla
Lyra's Pov He thinks if he says nothing, I will not notice. He does not understand yet what nothing means to me now.I stood in the doorway, Theron across the room, both of us exhausted in a way that went all the way down to the bone, by something neither of us had words for yet. The air between us felt thick. I could feel it all through the new connection. The relief still raw from the ceremony ground, the want, the guilt he was trying to push down like it was something shameful."You do not have to crush it down anymore," I said quietly. "I am not asking you to."Theron's jaw tight. "It is not appropriate. You almost died tonight. I almost lost you, and the first thing my body wants is—"He stopped himself there, the rest of the sentence dying somewhere in his throat. He did not need to finish it. I had already felt exactly what he had been about to say, sharp and immediate, layered with everything he had been holding back for weeks now. "I felt it before you
Lyra's Pov I open my eyes on the ceremony ground and the first thing I feel is not my own fear. It is his. The Blood Moon was already fading toward dawn, the red light bleeding back into ordinary gray. I was lying in the grass, the pack and our allies still gathered around the edges of the circle, nobody moving, nobody speaking. My own body felt intact when I checked it, no visible mark, no obvious change. But something in my chest sat wrong and crowded. Like there was more of me in there than there used to be. I reached for Theron without thinking about it, my hand finding his arm where he lay beside me. The second my fingers touched his skin, something flooded into me that was not mine. Not words. Not a vision. Just feeling, raw and completely unfiltered. Terror, sharp enough to make my breath catch. Relief so deep it nearly buckled something inside my chest. Love so overwhelming it sat closer to grief than anything I had a name for. I recoiled from the intensity, gasping,
Lyra’s PovThey put names on a list for children who do not exist yet, and that tells me everything about how long they have been planning this.After Margaret was taken to secure holding, Theron and I stood alone in the war room. The list sat on the table between us like a living thing. Neithe
Lyra's Pov The only way to find a spy is to tell everyone a different lie and see which one travels.The morning after the discovery, Theron and I worked through the problem systematically in his office. Six people had been in that room when we made the plan. Theron, me, Damon, Sera and two Co
Lyra’s PovSera gives us seven names, and every single one of them is someone Theron trusted.Sera sat up in the hospital bed, she still looked fragile but stronger than she had been. The healer standing near the door had a vial of something ready, some medicine to help her sleep, but Sera sh
Lyra’s PovSera Blackridge has been kept alive in darkness for nine years, and the people who did this are about to learn what the Beast does to those who hurt his family.Theron broke the chains with his bare hands. Metal snapped under his grip like it was nothing. Sera collapsed forward into his







