LOGINRaguelI knew that voice.Even after all these years, I could never have forgotten it. I stood at the edge of the opening in the ground, staring into the darkness beneath the stronghold as the memories came rushing back. The last time I had heard that voice, we had been standing on opposite sides of a battlefield, surrounded by the bodies of fallen soldiers. I had watched my rival fall during our final confrontation, and when his remaining forces scattered, I had believed the war was over.Yet he was alive, or something close enough to life to speak my name.“That's impossible,” I muttered.I tightened my grip on my sword. “I fought you decades ago. I watched your men fall. Even though we searched the battlefield and found no sign of your body, I believed you were dead.”A low laugh rose from the chamber, and the sound sent an unpleasant chill through me.“You believed what was convenient for you,” the voice replied. “You defeated me, took everything I had, and left me to suffer in th
Lyra“The ritual has already begun.”For a moment, I just stared at the faction's leader while the glow surrounding my hands flickered with the force of my rising anger. Behind him, the ground trembled beneath our feet, and a strange pressure filled the air.“What have you done?” I demanded.The man smiled at me, completely unbothered by the weapons pointed in his direction. “Exactly what we came here to do. Every battle, every attack, every step you took to reach this place was part of the plan. We needed you here, Lyra, and we needed the Lycan King to come looking for you.”My eyes moved toward Raguel. He stood beside me with his sword in hand, but I could see the strain in his face. His breathing was heavier than usual. I knew how much it had cost him to come here, especially after everything his physician had told him, and the thought that the faction had deliberately drawn him into this trap made my stomach twist.His smile widened as he looked at Raguel. “The great Alpha King, w
RaguelThe moment word reached me that Lyra was trapped near the abandoned stronghold, I jumped out of my chair.“How many men do we have available?” I asked Emily, reaching for the dagger tucked under my desk.“Enough to send a force toward the stronghold but we need to be careful about how we deploy them. The faction has been moving through the surrounding hills, and we don't know how many soldiers they're hiding.”“Then we'll find out when we get there. Have the men prepare to leave immediately.”Emily hesitated, and I knew what she was about to say before she even opened her mouth. She had been watching me closely since my last collapse. Unfortunately, she didn’t seem to understand that I couldn't sit in the palace while Lyra faced the faction alone.“Raguel, you can’t lead this operation yourself,” she said. “The physician was clear about your condition. Another serious exertion could kill you, and we cannot afford to lose you while the kingdom is in the middle of a rebellion. Le
HabeelaZevran studied the map in the safe house as civilians hurried toward the temporary shelters. With the faction's forces approaching, we needed to evacuate the eastern settlements before the fighting began.“How many civilians are still in the eastern settlements?” I asked.“More than we can move in one trip,” Zevran replied.He pointed to two roads on the map. “We can send the first group through here, but if the faction has already placed scouts along the northern route, they could be killed before they reach the shelters.”“Then we won't use the northern route. There's an old service road behind the warehouses. It leads toward the river and connects to the evacuation point on the other side.”He looked at me. “That road hasn't been used in years.”“Which means the faction may not be watching it.” I leaned over the map and traced the route with my finger. “We can send the families with children and the injured first, then have the stronger adults help the others along the way.
MiguelFor a moment, I couldn't bring myself to look away from the inscription. The name carved into the stone belonged to someone I had heard about, someone whose story had always been told in hushed voices whenever the older members of the royal court discussed Raguel's rise to power.Lyra glanced between me and the inscription, her brow furrowing. “Miguel, what is it? Do you recognize the name?”I swallowed, but my throat felt painfully dry. “I know who he was supposed to be.”I dragged my gaze away from the carving and looked at her. “He was the son of the forgotten faction's leaders. Their only heir, from what I've heard. He grew up believing he was meant to rule, and then he started challenging Raguel for dominance.”“According to the stories, he believed he was strong enough to defeat Raguel and take control of the kingdom. There was a battle between them, one that supposedly ended with Raguel destroying his forces and defeating him. After that, the heir disappeared.” I paused,
LyraThe scouts' trail led us away from the palace and into a stretch of land where the trees grew so close together that they blocked most of the afternoon light. I rode at the front of our small team, following the marks the scouts had left behind while trying not to think about Raguel.I couldn't afford to let that fear distract me now. Miguel was missing, and if the faction had taken him, we needed to find out why.One of the scouts raised his hand, signalling for us to stop. Ahead of us, there was an abandoned tower with crumbling walls and a rusted gate. The place looked as though it had been left to decay for decades, but there were fresh footprints in the muddy ground near the entrance, and I could see the faint glow of a torch through one of the narrow windows.“This is where the trail ends,” the scout whispered. “We found signs of movement around the eastern wall, but we haven't seen anyone leave. Also, we heard voices when we approached, but we couldn't get close enough to
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
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