LOGINLyra’s POVThe letter with the crescent seal sat unopened in the bottom of my travel chest for three days before the party finally arrived, tucked beneath a folded shawl where I wouldn’t have to look at it every time I dressed. I told myself I would read it once the celebration had passed, once I had a single evening to simply breathe without another impossible choice waiting to unravel everything I’d rebuilt.Tonight, I wanted to be ordinary. Just for a few hours.The courtyard had been transformed almost beyond recognition, lanterns strung in warm, glowing rows between the trees, long tables draped in pale gold cloth and laden with more food than I’d seen since my return. Musicians tuned their instruments near the garden’s edge, and the scorch marks from the fire, still visible if you looked closely enough, had been softened beneath garlands of fresh flowers woven through every post and archway.I stood in front of the small mirror in my room, smoothing the fabric of the gown Elara
Lyra’s POVTobias Vale’s grip tightened around my wrist, and for one terrible moment I thought this was truly how it would end, defenseless and burned out in the middle of my father’s ruined pack grounds. Then the horn sounded again, closer this time, and his head snapped toward the sound with an expression I hadn’t expected to see on his face.Uncertainty.“That’s not Jordan’s call,” he muttered, more to himself than to me.The wolves’ answering howls rose louder across the valley, dozens of voices joining together in a chorus that sent a visible shudder through him, and his grip on my wrist loosened just enough for me to twist free, stumbling backward with nothing left in me but raw survival instinct.“Reinforcements,” he said grimly, eyes narrowing toward the tree line. “How inconvenient.”He was gone before I could ask who, melting back into the smoke the same way he’d arrived, and moments later a line of unfamiliar wolves crested the ridge above the pack grounds, moving in discip
Lyra’s POVI spun toward the sound of his voice, silver light flaring instinctively around both hands despite the exhaustion already dragging at every limb. “Show yourself,” I called into the smoke.“In due time.” Tobias Vale’s voice drifted closer, unhurried, carrying easily over the roar of the flames and the shouting villagers still fighting to contain them. “I prefer to watch a performance from the best seat available, and tonight, Lyra Ashwood, you are giving quite the performance.”Kieran stepped close beside me, his eyes scanning the tree line with the same desperate urgency I felt clawing at my own chest. “He’s toying with you.”“I know.” My jaw tightened. “That’s exactly what worries me.”A fresh crash sounded from somewhere behind us, another section of roof collapsing under its own weight, and the villagers’ shouts grew more frantic as the fire line shifted, flames now licking hungrily toward the storage barns Kieran had warned me about moments earlier. If those caught, the
Lyra’s POVI didn’t let myself think. Thinking would have meant hesitating, and hesitating would have meant Mira died somewhere inside that burning cottage while I stood outside weighing the odds.I threw myself through the gap where the support beam had fallen, silver light blazing around both hands as I pushed forward into the smoke. The heat hit me like a physical wall, scorching against my skin despite the glow surrounding me, and I coughed hard, my eyes streaming, forcing myself deeper into the collapsing structure anyway.“Mira!” I screamed again, barely able to hear my own voice over the roar of the flames.A faint, frightened cry answered from somewhere to my left, and I stumbled toward it, one arm thrown up against the worst of the smoke, silver light pulsing brighter with every step as though some part of me understood exactly how badly I needed it to hold the fire back a few seconds longer.I found her curled beneath an overturned table near the back wall, her small body sh
Lyra’s POVThe growl rolled low and deliberate across the darkening garden, and every muscle in my body tensed at once, adrenaline from the fight with Cassian flooding back into my veins before I’d even fully caught my breath.“Cassian,” I called out, my voice steadier than I felt. “If that’s one of your men, I’d call him off before I lose what little patience I have left tonight.”No answer came, only the slow, deliberate rustle of movement shifting through the hedges at the garden’s edge, and I backed toward the center of the open space, giving myself room, silver light already gathering faint and ready around my fingertips.A shape finally separated itself from the shadows, and my breath caught as it emerged into the thin moonlight. It wasn’t one of Cassian’s guards. It wasn’t a wolf at all, not in the way I understood the word. The creature that padded into view stood low and lean, its fur a deep, oil-black that seemed to drink in the moonlight rather than reflect it, and its eyes
Lyra’s POVMy father rose quickly from the bench the moment he recognized who had spoken, his earlier warmth replaced instantly with a wary, careful politeness. “Alpha Cassian,” he said, inclining his head. “I wasn’t aware you’d been invited to the pack grounds tonight.”“I invited myself,” Cassian said, his eyes never once leaving mine, a slow, confident smile spreading across his face as though my silence were simply shyness he found charming rather than the cold fury actually building behind it. “Some things are worth a little trespassing.”“If you’ll excuse us,” my father said quickly, already backing away toward the house with an eagerness that told me exactly how little he intended to involve himself in whatever came next. “I’ll leave the two of you to catch up.”I wanted to call after him, wanted to demand he stay, but he was already gone, disappearing through the garden gate with his tail tucked firmly between his legs, leaving me alone with a man I hadn’t thought about in yea







