MasukHabeelaI could not stop thinking about Zevran after we parted.His words followed me all the way back to the palace, no matter how hard I tried to push them aside. I kept remembering everything. I still did not know whether I believed every word he had said, and that bothered me more than I wanted to admit.Part of me wanted to forgive him. Another part kept reminding me that he had approached me with a purpose and that everything between us had started as a lie. I hated that I could still care about him after knowing that. I hated even more that when he had looked at me and told me he loved me, some stubborn part of my heart had wanted to believe him.By the time I reached the palace, I had convinced myself that I would give myself time to think before making any decision.Then I saw the guards running through the entrance hall.Something inside me immediately tensed up.I stopped one of them before he could disappear down the corridor. “What happened?”The guard turned toward me, a
LyraRaguel grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the doorway as another part of the building creaked above us. I stumbled after him, struggling to keep my balance while dust filled the air and small pieces of stone crashed around us. The noise was so loud that I could barely hear myself think, but I could feel his grip around my fingers, firm and steady, and I refused to let go.“Stay with me,” he shouted.“I am trying!”The floor shook again, and I nearly fell. Raguel caught me before I hit the ground and pulled me against his side, using his body to shield me as another piece of debris came down nearby. I buried my face against his shoulder for a moment, coughing as dust filled my lungs. My heart was pounding wildly, and every breath seemed to carry more of the dust into my throat, but Raguel's arm remained firmly around me as he guided me forward.“We have to keep moving,” he said.“I know.”He tightened his grip on me. “Lyra, look at me.”I lifted my head and met his eyes through
RaguelI followed Lyra’s scent until the palace disappeared behind me and the familiar forest gave way to the rougher land belonging to the Iron Claw Pack.The trail had been easy to follow at first. Her scent lingered on the ground, along broken branches, and across the narrow path that led deeper into their territory. Every step I took made the knot in my chest tighter because I knew what it meant. They had taken her, and somehow they had managed to get her out of the palace without me stopping them.I slowed when the scent suddenly weakened.I crouched beside a patch of flattened grass, pressing my fingers against the damp earth as I searched for even the faintest trace of her. Nothing. The trail ended abruptly.Behind me, two of my warriors stopped at a cautious distance. I could hear their breathing, the quiet movement of their weapons, and the tension in the air between us.“My King,” one of them said carefully, “we should wait for the reinforcements.”I stood and looked back at
LyraWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my room.For several seconds, I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. The ceiling above me was made of rough, dark stone, nothing like the smooth white ceiling of the palace chambers. The air smelled damp, carrying the faint scent of smoke, and somewhere nearby, I could hear the steady crackle of a fire. I lay still for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, but the unfamiliar surroundings only made the confusion in my mind worse.I tried to move, but several figures around me immediately turned their heads.Wolves.My heart lurched as I looked around the room. At least six of them stood nearby, dressed in dark clothing and wearing the same insignia I had seen during the attack. The sight of that symbol sent a fresh wave of fear through me.Iron Claw.I pushed myself upright, my breathing quickening as I looked from one unfamiliar face to another. None of them approached me, and none of them raised a weapo
LyraRaguel had barely closed the door behind him before I noticed the tension in his face. He looked calm, but something in his eyes immediately caught my attention.“Raguel? What happened?”He crossed the room and stopped a few feet away. “The Iron Claw Pack has changed its plans.”I frowned. “Changed them how?”“They don't intend to kill you.”Relief washed over me, but it disappeared when I saw that Raguel still looked tense. “Then what do they intend to do?”“They want to capture you.”My stomach tightened. “Capture me? Why?”“I don't know. I've been trying to find out.”I stared at him. “If they believe I'm a threat, why wouldn't they just kill me?”“That is exactly what concerns me.”His quiet tone made my uneasiness grow. “So what are you going to do?”“I've increased the guards around your wing. No one gets near you without my permission.”I immediately shook my head. “No.”His eyes narrowed. “Lyra.”“I am not staying locked inside this palace while everyone else deals with a
RaguelThe moment my scouts entered the council chamber, I knew something had gone wrong.They hurried toward me, dust covering their clothes and tension written across their faces.“What happened?” I asked.The older scout stopped before the table and lowered his head. “My King, we received word from the western border less than an hour ago. The Iron Claw Pack has abandoned its territory.”The room fell silent.“Abandoned?”“Yes, Your Majesty. They are moving.”“Where?”The scout swallowed. “Toward the palace.”A cold feeling settled in my chest. For days, every warning and strange movement among the packs had pointed toward something I had hoped would never happen. I had wanted to believe the warning was meant to frighten Lyra rather than predict an attack.Now I knew better.“How many?”“We don't have an exact number, but they are traveling in large groups. Several smaller packs have also left their territories and appear to be joining them.”My hands tightened around the edge of t
LyraBy the fifth shower, even the freezing water failed to quench the heat raging within. It only made me more hypersensitive, turning every drop of icy cold water into an agonizing tease against my flesh.I stepped back into the silver-bathed bedroom, my silk nightgown clinging to my damp body li
LYRAI woke up feeling like I had been dragged through something I couldn’t remember. My body felt heavy and weak, with an aching, unfamiliar soreness. I lay still, trying to piece together fragments of the night before. Flashes—red eyes, a voice, a hand around my neck, the words, “Your husband sold
LYRAThe color completely drained from Aaron's face. His palms tightened into fists, and his Adam's apple bubbled up and down. His lips thinned into furious lines, and I expected him to wake up and put an end to this. I expected him to call the deal off, drag me protectively to his side, and annou
LYRATwo hours ago, I was full of hope and excitement about how the night would play out, but now, my body was as heavy as lead, and my thoughts were in disarray. For the rest of the drive, Aaron had coached me about what to do and what not to do. He told me to do whatever Raguel requested of me







