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Sixty Eight

Author: Lana Tyrsen
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-09 07:09:00

Laila and Saxon moved towards the doorway, but I hesitated, blinking in surprise. "Before the fall?" I repeated, confused, but Elyanna only motioned me inside again, with a polite, "If you would please, Luna Ava."

I frowned, but followed the other inside, exchanging a glance with Saxon, though his look was unreadable. Looking around, I saw that Laila was right, they had made the cabin very cosy, especially for what would have been a dusty, disused building as recently as a week ago.

It was now filled with unusual furniture, colourful blankets and tapestries, and a diverse array of candles, crystals, and trinkets, some of which seemed quite purposeful, while others seemed purely decorative.

My curiosity-filled staring was interrupted by another woman entering from an inner room, carrying a tray of teacups, and a steaming teapot. She set them on a table in the centre, and seated herself on one of the couches, motioning for us to do the same.

"Come, sit," she said, it sounding like ne
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  • The Lost Royal   Seventy One

    "You could try," Elyanna suggested tentatively, just as I felt Ceridwen stir in the deepest recesses of my mind once more. Even at such a distance, I could sense her strong feeling of reluctance. "Try what?" I asked, my voice unsteady, and both elder womens' stares snapped sharply to me. Elyanna opened her mouth to explain, seeming almost as reluctant as Ceridwen had felt before she'd slunk away into nothingness once more, but Mathilde caught her eye, shaking her head. "I can.. read people's beasts. Even communicate with them directly, but if she is unwilling.." she said after a long moment, and I nodded understanding.'Ceridwen?' I called to her gently, within my mind, but it was met with only hollow, empty silence. "I don't think she.." I began to explain, pausing as Mathilde pursed her lips and nodded, as though she'd fully expected the negative response. "What's wrong with her?" I asked, finding it impossible to keep a worried tremble from my voice, "Could she be hurt? The pois

  • The Lost Royal   Seventy

    I barely noticed the look of approval that was exchanged between the other three women, unable to tear my focus away from Saxon. I should have been angry. Hell, I should have furious, that he would try and take that decision away from me. And yet.. I couldn't be. All I felt in that moment was a pure, intense and unfathomable rush of love for him, and how hard he tried to protect me. My eyes welled up as they met his, and I could see all of his raw emotions in them. His love, his rage, his fear.. all of it, so intense and unbridled. But still, I shook my head. "I have to, Sax. I have to try," I said gently, yet stubbornly. I knew I couldn't give in, not to this. I needed to know. He shook his head and opened his mouth to argue, but Elyanna spoke first. "It is my abilities that might be able to remove this block from her mind, but Mathilde's might be able to reveal things.. in other ways," she said carefully, with a unreadable look exchanged with other elder women. "Is it safer?" Sa

  • The Lost Royal   Sixty Nine

    My instincts were immediately to argue, to defend Mama, yet a glance from Saxon made me hesitate. She had lied. About a lot. Mostly to protect me, or at least I'd thought so, but there were many lies, all the same. "Three?" I repeated, a little shocked by that, and the two elder women nodded in unison. "But.. I don't remember.." I said, knowing that Lycans had developed memories much younger than that. Surely werewolves weren't so dissimilar? I'd always believed as a child that my later memory development was a human thing. But of course, that turned out to not be true, either. "Shouldn't I remember?" I asked, and Elyanna and Mathilde both nodded again. "Yes," Mathilde said gravely, shooting a pointed look at Elyanna, "You should remember.""Tilda," Elyanna said, a warning obvious in her tone, but Mathilde brushed it off, arguing. "Ely," she responded, mimicking both the familiarity and tone. "She needs to remember," she continued, though Elyanna shook her head in disagreement. "Wh

  • The Lost Royal   Sixty Eight

    Laila and Saxon moved towards the doorway, but I hesitated, blinking in surprise. "Before the fall?" I repeated, confused, but Elyanna only motioned me inside again, with a polite, "If you would please, Luna Ava."I frowned, but followed the other inside, exchanging a glance with Saxon, though his look was unreadable. Looking around, I saw that Laila was right, they had made the cabin very cosy, especially for what would have been a dusty, disused building as recently as a week ago. It was now filled with unusual furniture, colourful blankets and tapestries, and a diverse array of candles, crystals, and trinkets, some of which seemed quite purposeful, while others seemed purely decorative. My curiosity-filled staring was interrupted by another woman entering from an inner room, carrying a tray of teacups, and a steaming teapot. She set them on a table in the centre, and seated herself on one of the couches, motioning for us to do the same. "Come, sit," she said, it sounding like ne

  • The Lost Royal   Sixty Seven

    For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt Ceridwen suddenly stirring in the deep recesses of my mind, as though awakened by the sound of their names. Did the witches mean something to her? Did she somehow remember the witches themselves? It might be possible, I guessed, not knowing a whole lot about our inner beasts before our coming of age revealed them, but her cool and distant silence gave nothing away. Still, I felt her watching, listening, waiting.. for something. I realised it was the first time I'd felt her presence since Reagan's poison had begun to take effect.I drew a deep breath, and nodded gratefully in acceptance of Laila's offer. "Yes, thank you. There's much I'd like to ask them," I answered, and Laila gave a sympathetic smile, "I hope they will have the answers, and closure, that you're hoping for," she said. 'Do you remember them?' I tried to ask Ceridwen, but she only retreated back into the darkest parts of my mind, her presence imperceptible once aga

  • The Lost Royal   Sixty Six

    I woke late the following day, so late that by the time I made it downstairs, breakfast was long done with, and lunch almost ready. I yawned sleepily as I headed to the large window that separated the kitchens from the dining hall, and peered through, looking for Marta. She popped up almost immediately, placing some heavily laden sandwich platters on the window's counter, jumping slightly in surprise at finding me there waiting. "Oh, goodness!" she said, sounding flustered, "You startled me, Ava, but gosh it's good to see you, dear." She smiled warmly as she looked me up, down, and allover. "And to see you looking so well, we were all so worried," she continued, pausing briefly to turn and give orders to a few rushed-looking Omegas in the kitchens behind her. "Here, help an old lady out," she said as she turned back to me and pushed the platters over, "Take these out to the tables, and come back for more. I'll make up a special one for your table," she added with a wink and a warm

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