MasukThe Truth About Lyra’s Bloodline
Lyra awoke to the scent of herbs and burning incense.
Her body ached, her limbs heavy, but the pain in her chest—the agony of rejection—was duller now, almost distant.
She blinked against the dim candlelight, her vision adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. She was lying on a soft bed, covered in fur blankets. The air was warm, carrying the faint crackle of a nearby fire.
Slowly, she turned her head.
She was inside an underground chamber.
The stone walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient scrolls and glass vials of glowing liquid. Intricate carvings decorated the ceiling, forming strange symbols she didn’t recognize.
And sitting beside her, watching her with piercing silver eyes, was the woman from before.
Elder Raine.
"You’re awake," she said softly, her voice filled with wisdom and something else—expectation.
Lyra tried to sit up, but her body protested.
"Where am I?" she rasped, her throat dry.
"You are safe," Raine reassured her, pouring a golden liquid from a small vial into a wooden cup. "Drink this. It will ease your pain."
Lyra hesitated but took the cup. The moment the warm liquid touched her tongue, she felt a surge of energy rush through her. The exhaustion that had weighed her down lightened, and her mind sharpened.
"Who are you?" she asked warily, lowering the cup.
Raine studied her for a moment before answering.
"I am one of the last surviving members of the Moonblood Clan," she said. "And so are you."
Lyra froze.
"What?"
Raine’s gaze flickered to Lyra’s wrist.
"The mark you bear," she said, gesturing to the silver insignia. "It is proof of your bloodline. You are Moonborn, a descendant of the lost rulers of the werewolf world."
Lyra shook her head. "No. That can’t be true. My parents… they weren’t special. My mother died when I was a child, and my father—"
Her voice broke.
Her father had never wanted her. He had left her to be raised by the pack’s caretakers, barely acknowledging her existence.
Raine’s expression softened. "Your parents may not have told you the truth, but your blood does not lie. The Moonblood Clan was wiped out centuries ago because of their power. The Bloodmoon Pack, like many others, were taught to fear us. To destroy us."
Lyra swallowed hard, her hands curling into fists.
"That’s why they called me cursed," she whispered.
"Yes," Raine confirmed. "Because they did not understand what you truly are."
Lyra’s heart pounded.
All her life, she had been weak. Unwanted. A burden.
But now, Raine was telling her she was powerful?
"Why now?" she asked. "Why did my mark only start glowing at the mating ceremony?"
"Because your abilities are awakening," Raine said. "The bond you shared with Alpha Damien may have triggered your dormant power. But it was his rejection that will push you to become who you were meant to be."
A spark of something dangerous ignited inside Lyra.
"Stronger than Damien?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Raine nodded.
"Stronger than any Alpha."
For the first time since her exile, Lyra didn’t feel like a victim.
She felt like something more.
Something powerful.
And for the first time in her life—
She embraced it.
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The Luna Who Would Not BreakThe storm had subsided outside, yet inside the pack house, the atmosphere was suffocating with tension. The walls still hummed faintly from the earlier thunder, as if the Valley itself was pausing, uncertain of what would happen next.Elara stood in the middle of the war room, her hair still damp, her heartbeat slightly unsteady from everything that occurred at the riverbank. The warriors who had returned with her lingered along the walls—quiet, waiting, observing her as though she was the only steady point they trusted after the turmoil.Kai was the last to enter. His gaze found hers instantly, and a wave of relief washed over his face before he quickly masked it with his typical Alpha composure. But she had been close enough to him for long enough to see past the facade.“You’re safe,” he said quietly, taking a step closer.“Safe for the moment,” she replied. “But the Temple's warning wasn’t a riddle, Kai. Something is approaching—something greater than
Midnight Whispers in the StormThe tempest swept over the mountains like a wounded animal, its growl reverberating through the valley. Lightning flashed across the horizon, casting the forest in silver for an instant before plunging it back into shadow. Raine stood beneath the crumbling archway of the ancient shrine, her cloak drenched, her breath escaping in anxious puffs.She sensed his approach long before the sound of footsteps reached her ears.A heartbeat.A constriction in her chest.An warmth that pressed against her senses like a flame seeking air.Alden.He emerged through the downpour, every part of him soaked, each step heavy and commanding. His hair clung to his forehead, his dark eyes shimmering faintly in the murky storm. Lightning illuminated his imposing figure with a ghostly blue glow.“Raine,” he said, his voice thick with a mix of anger, fear, and yearning. “Why did you run off by yourself?”She swallowed hard. “Because you would have stopped me.”“I should have,”







