Lyra's inner conflict, the aftermath of the attack, and the growing mystery around her fate.
Echoes of the ProphecyBy morning, the smoke had dissipated, yet the heaviness of the night remained.Lyra sat on the wooden steps outside her cabin, a blanket draped around her shoulders. The cool breeze brushed against her damp hair, but she hardly noticed. Her gaze remained fixed on the trees, her mind wandering far beyond them.Sleep had come to her in fragments. Each time she began to doze, she envisioned flames. Heard growls. Felt blood staining her hands.When she finally opened her eyes again, the sky was a dull gray. Faded. Still recovering.Footsteps crunched on the dirt behind her.“Good morning,” Mira said.Lyra didn’t reply immediately.Mira handed her a cup. “Chamomile. It won’t solve everything, but it’s warm.”Lyra accepted it, thankful for something.strong to grip. “Thank you.”They remained quiet for a bit. Two women who hadn’t shared a closeness before—but today, silence seemed more comfortable than talking.After a moment, Lyra spoke up. “I took a life yesterday.”
The Moonbane Strike Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance, low and unsettling, like a warning. The skies had darkened quickly, and the air in the sanctuary felt tense—too still.Lyra had barely taken a sip of water when someone came running, out of breath and wide-eyed.“One of the scouts just returned,” he gasped. “They were attacked.”Her heart dropped. She stood instantly, knocking the cup from her hand.She didn’t ask questions—she just followed the sound of shouting toward the infirmary.The boy was barely conscious, his clothes torn, blood smeared across his chest.“East patrol,” he whispered, before collapsing.That was all they got.---Within minutes, the sanctuary was alive with movement.Riven was already strapping on his blade when Lyra approached. His jaw was tight, his focus razor-sharp.“We don’t have time to wait,” he said. “We’re heading to the ridge. Mira and Darius are assembling a unit.”Lyra nodded, though her hands were shaking.Not from fear—at least not onl
Trial by Fire Lyra hadn’t even eaten when she heard the murmurs.They were gathering at the center of the sanctuary.She pulled on a jacket and headed out, brushing her fingers through her messy hair. Her body still ached from the night before, the memory of her uncontrolled shift clinging to her like fog. But something else was stirring now—tension. Unease.She followed the voices.When she arrived, the crowd had already formed a wide ring around a post. Tied to it was the young rogue they’d caught the day before—the one who had tried to pass a message across the border.He looked worse than he had yesterday. His lip was split. His eye swollen shut. He was shaking, not from cold, but fear.Mira stood a few feet away, arms folded tightly across her chest. She didn’t look angry. She looked done.“This is his trial?” Lyra asked quietly, stepping beside Riven.He nodded, eyes locked on the boy.“Mira wants to execute him,” he added.Lyra’s stomach turned. “So soon?”“He passed intel to
A Wolf UnleashedThe moon hung high over the valley, casting silver streaks across Lyra’s cabin floor. She tossed and turned in her sleep, tangled in her blanket, her breath coming in shallow gasps.The nightmare had her in its grip again.Running.Bleeding.Alone.She jolted upright with a strangled gasp, drenched in sweat. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Her skin burned like fire, her muscles twitching beneath the surface.Then—pain.Not emotional this time.Physical.Her fingers curled involuntarily, claws beginning to form.Her back arched as her spine popped.She clutched her head, biting back a scream.No. Not now.Her wolf was breaking through—but it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t controlled. It was wild. Unstable. Half-mad with grief and fury.She staggered to her feet, knocking over the chair beside her bed.The shift wasn’t like before. It was partial—like her body didn’t know whether to complete it or stop. Her hands trembled as fur crawled up her forearms and receded again. He
The Enemy WithinLyra had barely gotten through her morning routine when a sharp knock rattled her cabin door.Riven stood outside, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. “You need to come with me.”No explanation.Just tension.She followed him without question.They moved fast through the sanctuary until they reached the west border post. Mira and two other guards stood there, surrounding a trembling rogue with a bloodied nose and torn shirt. He was barely out of his twenties.“What happened?” Lyra asked.Mira turned toward her, furious. “Caught him trying to sneak past the wards. He had this.”She held up a crumpled piece of parchment. It was a map—detailed, precise, and marked with an X exactly where Lyra’s cabin stood.Lyra’s blood ran cold.Riven snatched the map and examined it. “These symbols... they’re coded.”“No need to decode anything,” Mira snapped. “He’s a traitor.”“I swear,” the rogue choked out, blood on his lips. “I didn’t know what it was. They said it was just a delivery—just
Hunted The forest stretched before Lyra like a dark abyss, its towering trees whispering secrets into the night. Cold air slashed against her skin as she staggered forward, her breath coming in ragged gasps.Every step sent a fresh wave of agony through her body. The mate bond had been shattered, leaving behind an unbearable hollowness. Her wolf whimpered inside her—broken, silent. The pain was so intense that shifting felt impossible.Keep moving.She had to run.She didn’t know where she was going—all she knew was that she couldn’t stop.Behind her, the Bloodfang Pack’s gates loomed, shut tight. The place she had once called home was now just a memory. An illusion of safety, torn away.Betrayed. Rejected. Hunted.Her stomach twisted.She hadn’t even had time to grieve what she’d lost.Because she wasn’t alone.The wind shifted—carrying the sharp, metallic scent of danger.A growl. Low. Menacing.Her breath caught as she spun around.From the shadows, a pair of glowing amber eyes st