LOGINLyra's wolf wouldn't stop growling.They're not alive. They're not alive. They're not alive.The words echoed in her mind like a warning drum.Lyra moved quietly through camp, staying in the shadows. Most of her people were asleep. Only a few sentries remained on watch.She approached the Silver Court tents carefully.The white fires still burned. Guards stood in formation. Everything looked normal.But Lyra knew better now.She waited until one of the guards turned away. Then she moved closer, using every skill Vera and Kael had taught her.Silent, quick and invisible.She crouched behind a supply cart and watched.The Silver Court emissaries sat around their fire. Talking, moving and acting like living wolves.But something was wrong with their movements. Too smooth. Like dolls being controlled by invisible strings.One of them stood and walked past Lyra's hiding spot.She didn't think. Just reached out and grabbed his wrist.The moment her skin touched his, ice shot through her vei
Lyra stared at the dagger in Cael's outstretched hands.Black blade that seemed to drink in light. Silver handle carved with symbols she didn't recognize but somehow understood. Her mother's weapon."Take it," Cael urged, still kneeling. "It belongs to you."Lyra reached out slowly. The moment her fingers touched the handle, power surged through her. Not painful, fFamiliar. Like coming home."Enough." Rowan's voice cut through the moment. "Get up. You serve the Silver Court, not some prophecy.""I serve the truth." Cael stood but kept his eyes on Lyra. "And the truth is she's more than just your Luna. She's the heir to a throne older than the North. Older than the Silver Court itself.""That doesn't change anything," Rowan said firmly. "Lyra stays here. Where she's safe.""She's not safe anywhere." Cael's expression was grave. "Not with the Shadow throne awakening. Not with Queen Seraphine calling. The only safety now is in accepting what she is.""Which is?" Thea demanded."A queen w
The shadow words hung in the air for three heartbeats.Then they dissolved into mist and vanished.Lyra stared at the space where they'd been, her mind racing. The Shadowlands throne. Her kingdom. Calling her home to a place she'd never been."This changes everything," Thea said quietly."No." Rowan's voice was hard. "This changes nothing. We just won a war. We're rebuilding. Lyra isn't going anywhere until we're stable.""The Shadowlands won't wait," the old woman said. She'd stayed after revealing Lyra's heritage. "If the throne has awakened, others will know. Others will come.""Let them come." Rowan crossed his arms. "We'll deal with them here.""You don't understand." The woman's face was pale. "When a Shadow throne awakens, it calls to its heir. The pull gets stronger every day. Eventually, Lyra won't have a choice. She'll have to answer."Lyra's hand went to the pendant at her chest. Already, she could feel something. A tug. Faint but growing. Like a string wrapped around her h
Lyra stood at the edge of the cliff, watching the sun rise over the mountains.The pendant hung cold against her chest. The Shadowlands throne. Her real parents. And a past she never knew existed.Everything she thought she knew about herself was a lie."You've been out here all night." Rowan's voice came from behind her. "People are worried.""Let them worry." Lyra didn't turn around. "I'm tired of being what everyone else needs me to be.""What do you mean?""I mean I've spent my whole life being a substitute." She finally looked at him. "Substitute daughter. Substitute mate. Substitute bride. Always filling a space meant for someone else. Never choose for myself.""That's not true.""Isn't it?" Her laugh was bitter. "Even now, with this throne, this crown, I'm only here because Elara rejected you first. Because an old treaty forced me north. Because you needed someone strong enough to fight beside you.""Lyra.""I'm not angry." She held up her hand. "I'm grateful, actually. Because
Lyra read the letter three more times.Each time, the words stayed the same. Your mother lives. Come to the Silver Court. Learn the truth."It's a lie," Rowan said. "Seraphine is manipulating you.""Maybe." Lyra set the letter down carefully. "Or maybe it's true.""Your mother died when you were young. Your father told you that.""My father told me a lot of things that turned out to be lies." She looked at him. "What if she didn't die? What if there's more to my story than I know?"Thea crossed her arms. "Even if it's true, walking into the Silver Court alone is suicide. Seraphine kills people who threaten her power. You'd be handing yourself over.""I know.""Then you can't go," Rowan said firmly."I didn't say I was going. I said I need to think." Lyra stood. "Give me space. Please."She walked out before anyone could argue.The camp was quieter now. Most wolves were sleeping after the long night of celebration. Lyra made her way to the edge of the forest where she could breathe.He
The coronation took place under the new moon.Traditional, the elders said. A new moon for a new reign. A fresh start for the North.Lyra stood in a tent surrounded by attendants who fussed over her dress. Deep silver silk that caught the firelight and a crown of twisted metal and moonstone waited on a velvet cushion."You look like a queen," Clara said softly. The servant had stayed loyal through everything and now served as Lyra's personal attendant."I feel like I'm about to throw up."Clara laughed. "That's normal. Every luna feels that way before coronation.""How do you know?""My grandmother served the last luna. She told me stories." Clara adjusted the crown on the cushion. "She said the best rulers are the ones who fear responsibility. It means they'll take it seriously."Lyra stared at her reflection. The girl who'd knelt on cold marble felt like a lifetime ago. This woman looking back was stronger, scarred and changed."It's time," Thea said from the tent entrance. "They're







