I had imagined and thought of every bad thing that the world had to offer.
I had thought of death, hatred, being stabbed to death, being poisoned, being eaten, being an orphan and even being torn apart, but never had I thought of a marriage where my husband would dislike me and I would have to live my whole life afraid of being known as a human. I looked at my father, feeling nothing but fear. It was worse than living in Silvermoon village. At least I didn't have to lie about being a wolf. At least they knew that I was human. I wondered how long I'll be able to keep my identity a secret. I knew I wasn't going to last long. They were definitely going to know….they were definitely going to find out. Those wolves knew everything….they would kill me one day. I just couldn't. I couldn't accept the new life that the universe brought to me. I couldn't just imagine living my whole life in isolation, worrying about my secret being revealed. I would live my whole life with the fear of being killed. I couldn't. “Thank you so much, Ethan, I really appreciate it,” Father said. “You do not have to thank me. Tell your daughter to be careful. If anything happens, I am afraid that I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. I mean it when I tell you that Ravenwood doesn't joke around when it has anything to do with humans,” Alpha Ethan revealed. “I trained her quite well. I have prepared her for this. She'll be careful,” Father assured him and Alpha Ethan nodded. “I have something to attend to. I'll leave the both of you to talk and make a decision one more time. By tomorrow morning, if you still insist on the marriage, then I'll make the announcement. Before then, make yourself comfortable,” Alpha Ethan said before leaving. My eyes that were once filled with admiration while I stared at Alpha Ethan were soon filled with fear towards him and everyone in Ravenwood. “You haven't prepared me for this, father and you know it!” I finally voiced out, crying. “We do not have a choice, Lyra,” Father answered, looking away. “Then it would have been much better if you just let them send me away! At least I would die in the woods probably from hunger or thirst and I wouldn't be ruthlessly murdered for being human. Like getting married to someone who cares less about me isn't enough, I would have to live my whole life playing hide and seek!” I cried. “Wait, for how long do you think that I would be able to hide the fact that I'm human? How would you feel if you hear that I am being brutally murdered one day!” I cried. “Stood being a child, Lyra! What else do you want me to do? Tell me what? How do you think this makes me feel? You think I'm happy that my daughter has to leave where I am just so she can stay alive!” Father yelled back at me. “I am not being a child and it is obvious that I am not going to stay alive here either. He said they are all not joking when it has anything to do with a human. Didn't you hear what he said? He said he's definitely not going to interfere if they find out! He's definitely going to leave me to die!” I yelled. “Stop complaining Lyra and focus on learning to keep your mouth shut and identity safe. I cannot keep protecting you, Lyra. The time has come when you have to protect yourself,” Father's voice was as cold as ever. I doubted that he understood what I was feeling. I hated my existence at that point. “Beta Ryder was right. You should not have married my mother in the first place. Maybe if you didn't, I wouldn't be living such an uncomfortable life,” I spat. My father looked at me. “I hope you never experience what I went through just because I loved your mother. Well, it has happened. There's nothing that can change that.” ****** Soon enough, we were led to separate rooms where we would spend the night…maybe because I specifically asked for a separate room. I just needed to time away…I needed some time to think about everything. The morning came and barely slept a wink. Why? Because I was worried…I was scared. Life was definitely being unfair and it started to feel like the universe was holding a grudge against me. I laid on the bed, trying to stop myself from crying when I heard knocks on the door. I immediately wiped off my tears and walked to open the door. I gently opened the door and I found a maid smiling at me as she offered a slight bow. That was usually….every other maid apart from Amanda would stare at me like they wanted to take my life and feast on me with the rest of their family. “My lady, are you okay?” She asked me and I nodded. “If you need to see the physician, I can call him to come and check up on you,” She said with worry in her eyes. I shook my head. “I do not think what's wrong with me is what a physician can cure,” I answered. What I needed was an assurance that I was going to live to see my hair go grey without having anything to hide or worry about. “Is there anything that you're going through? Do you mind talking about it?” She asked and I couldn't help but look at her. She was being so nice…it was weird to me and suddenly, she lowered her head. “I am very sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just came to ask you what you would like to have for breakfast,” she said shakily and that was when I knew that they were the same everywhere. Preying and dominating over the weak. I could sense how scared she was. “You did not do anything wrong. You only care about me and there's nothing wrong with that. It's a good thing and I should be thanking you for it,” I said warmly and she smiled. “Just give me whatever my father would like to have,” I answered, forcing a smile through my lips when suddenly, I heard footsteps that grew louder. The steps were gentle and the moment the female finally reached my entrance, the maid bowed. “Good morning, my lady,” she greeted shakily. “Leave,” She ordered and the maid immediately left like she was being chased. My eyes met with the commanding blue-grey eyes of the female standing before me. She was slender with black silk hair. The energy around her commanded dominance and I couldn't help but feel intimidated. “How may I help you?” I asked and she smiled at me, looking directly into my eyes, but there was something about they way she looked at me that I couldn't explain. “I had to come and take a look at you myself the moment I heard about you earlier this morning, and I must say, you're beautiful,” she said, walking into the room. I couldn't complain or argue. I didn't own the place and neither did I know who she was but from the color of her eyes, I depicted that she was a beta. “I'm Aurora, the daughter of Alpha Lucas from the Nightshade clan….. there's no need for you to tell me who you are. I already know that you're the daughter of Alpha Damien from Silver moon. Nothing but a weak and helpless omega. I wonder why he has chosen to replace me with you,” She said, then she let out a scoff. I stepped back and swallowed as my heart raced. “Replace who with who? I really do not understand what you mean,” I answered. She laughed. “You can't understand, but I'll try my best in making you get it right. You see, Lyra, everything was going smoothly between Damien and I. We have been together since we were children and we had nothing to worry about. I was patiently waiting for him to ask for my hand in marriage and seek for an alliance with my father but everything changed since you decided to come into the picture,” she said and her face immediately turned cold. If she was trying to scare me, then she was doing a very good job. “I ….” I stuttered. “I am still trying to figure out what he chose to replace you with me. There is nothing special about an omega. Or is there?” She asked. “But you and Alpha Ethan are not married yet….” I said. “Quiet!” She sneered. She threatened me that much thinking I was an Omega, what if she knew I was human? “Listen very carefully, Lyra. If there is one thing that I lack, then it's patience. It's better that you leave now while you can and tell your father that you're not interested in the marriage. If you don't, I'm afraid that I would have to get you out of my way, myself.”LYRA'S POVThe morning light slips through the open curtains. A golden haze stretching across the room and slipping lazily over Ethan's bed.I blink awake slowly, breathing in the soft scent of his cologne tangled in pine and warmth. The kind of scent that makes your chest ache in the best way.The sheets are a mess, one of his arms thrown around my waist, holding me hostage in the best possible way.He's on his back, hair damp from the shower last night, his face is relaxed in sleep, jaw less tense, lashes long and dark against his cheek. This version of him is unburdened, peaceful– rare. And so, so beautiful.There's something so boyish about watching Ethan sleep. Like the alpha armor falls off and I get off the man beneath.I smile and shift just enough to reach up and brush a lock of hair away from his forehead. He stirs slightly, tightening his hold on me like some part of him knows I'm trying to move. I give up quickly because honestly? There's nowhere else I'd rather be.I stay
ETHAN'S POV*MEETING ROOM– LATER THAT NIGHT*“You're telling me this kind of magic doesn't exist in our archives?” I snap at Caleb– the wolf assigned to keep account of every important document.He flinches but holds his ground. “Not in ours. But…maybe in the older texts. Ones that predate the last purge.”Great. Just great! We were going to dig through magic that had been deliberately erased from the records.“Find them.” I say. “I don't care if they're buried under six feet of silver ash, or sealed in blood. I want answers.”“There's one more thing.” He says nervously. “One of the bodies from this morning– wasn't completely dead when we found it.”I freeze.“What?”“He was breathing. Barely. Just long enough to say one thing.”Caleb swallows. “He said. It's awakening.”It feels like a stone got dropped in my stomach and I sigh as I lean against my hands rested on the table.“I've seen symbols like this before. Old witchcraft. Forbidden rites. Blood rituals that require… Offerings.”
ETHAN'S POVThe air shifts.That subtle but unmistakable drop in energy– like the calm before a storm, sort of.I immediately straighten, arms tightening around Lyra protectively as I take in the guards' expression.He's pale. Too pale. His eyes wide, glassy with something between fear and disbelief, and I feel all my instincts immediately snap to high alert.“What happened?” I demand, feeling Lyra tense up even more beside me.He swallows, chest heaving. “It's the northern clearing. The warded section you ordered patrols around. We found something…sir, I don't know how to explain it–”My pulse ticks up a notch. “Show me.” I cut him off, not wanting to wait for any more explanation.Lyra grabs my hand before I can leave. “I'm coming with you.”I open my mouth to argue– but I see the gleam in her eyes. That deep-rooted resolve that'd always, always win.I nod once, press a kiss to her temple as we both follow the guard out of the training center and into the open courtyard.We walk for
CLARA'S POVI wake up gasping and drenched in sweat.I shoot upright, my hands fisting the sheets. My breath fogs the air.The room is pitch black– eerily lacking of light.What happened to my night lamp I usually left on?I reach over and flip the switch but nothing happens and I feel an unpleasant rumble run through my stomach.My eyes can't help but flick to the mirror across the room– the one Lyra had helped me cover with a sheet before she left. But I still her watching me. That woman. The red-eyed thing that smiled like it knew me.Knew my pain– knew my past.I know what Lyra thinks. That I was hallucinating. Or overwhelmed. Maybe an effect of whatever damage I'd done through when I went missing.But I knew I hadn't been imagining things.The woman had spoken– she had been here– felt too real to be a figment of my imagination.Maybe it wasn't real– but it felt real.And worse than that?She looked like me. Just older. Sharper. Crueler.A flicker at the mirror catches my attentio
LYRA'S POVThe first thing I notice when I come to is warmth. Not the kind that comes from sunlight, but the kind that wraps around you like a living shield.I stir in bed, feeling around for my pillow, and sigh contently as I snuggle back into it.For some reason, my pillow feels humanly warm… Like it was breathing– and then I realize– I'm not in my room.Shit! My eyes fly open as I go stiff, memories of last night crashing through my mind.Clara. The scream. The mirror. Her shaking hands.Then Ethan. His room. His warmth. His ridiculously unfair chest.Ethan had wanted to leave his bed to me last night, but I had vehemently stood against it.It was freezing cold! And the bed was more than big enough for the both of us, so why would I agree to him sleeping on the couch, or worse floor when we could just share?And so after a few good rounds of him trying to refuse and continuously failing to my never-ending insistence, he gave in.But now, it seems the wall of pillows I'd been the on
LYRA'S POVA blood curling scream slices through the quiet like a knife. My heart shutters, chest tightening in panic.It came from down the hallways..."Clara!" I call, scrambling out of bed, all traces of sleep vanishing like smoke. My feet hits the floor hard, echoing through the empty hall.Every instinct screams that something's wrong. The way her voice cracked– it's not just fear. It's raw terror.I sprint down the corridor, feeling the weight of the packhouse closing in, shadows lengthening their claws to reach for me.I reach her door in seconds. It's locked."Clara! Please, open up!" My voice is urgent, desperate as I huff, breathing hard.No answer. Just silence, and a faint scent of cinnamon lingering outside.I pound on the door. "Clara! Please!"What could've possibly happened– be happening to her?My fingers fumble for the lock, heart hammering, like it's trying to escape my chest.The door clicks open just a crack, and I shove it wider, hurrying inside before she sudden