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WOLVES OF WINTER MOON CHAPTER 59
The blade hovered at the threshold.Invisible to everyone except Lyra. Or perhaps, to be precise, invisible to everyone who hadn’t been touched by the Veil.It pulsed faintly, the runes along its edge shimmering like moonlight reflected in black water. A silent predator, waiting. Its presence threaded into the air, bending shadows toward it, slipping past walls, curling through stone corridors, leaving a chill that wasn’t just cold—it was wrong.Rylan felt it before he saw it. His gold eyes flared wide; muscles coiled; every nerve screamed danger. The bond reacted instantly. It didn’t scream this time—it growled, low and feral, straining to reach Lyra.Lyra’s breath caught. She felt the Veil stir violently around her, and somewhere deep inside her, a warning clawed upward. The bond flared under the pressure. This wasn’t just an attack. It was personal. Someone had come to claim her—and not even the Veil could shield her completely from it.“Rylan…” she whispered, voice shaking, the wo
WOLVES OF WINTER MOON CHAPTER 58
Darkness did not fall.It closed.The council chamber vanished as if swallowed whole, light snuffed out in a single breath. Lyra felt the Veil rush inward—not violently, but decisively, like a tide obeying a command it had waited centuries to hear.The bond screamed.Rylan collapsed to one knee beside her, a sound tearing from his throat that was not human. Lyra felt it instantly—every shred of pain, the crushing pressure in his chest, the way his heart staggered as if forgetting how to beat.“Rylan!” She dropped beside him, gripping his shoulders.The Veil surged harder.Chains rattled.Councilors shouted.Someone was chanting—frantic, broken syllables tumbling over one another.Queen Isolde’s voice cut through the chaos. “STOP THE WARDS—NOW!”Too late.Lyra felt the severing begin.Not clean.Not merciful.The council had miscalculated.The bond did not unravel.It resisted.A blinding white light erupted from Lyra’s chest, throwing bodies back, cracking stone, splitting the ancient
WOLVES OF WINTER MOON CHAPTER 57
Rylan woke choking on silence.Not the ordinary quiet of dawn, but the kind that pressed inward, thick and airless, as if the world had wrapped itself in wool and forgotten how to breathe.The bond was wrong.That was the first thought that cut through the haze.It didn’t pull.It didn’t hum.It ached—a low, gnawing emptiness where Lyra’s presence should have been constant, vivid, alive.He surged upright, pain flaring through his chest so sharply that black bled into the edges of his vision. His hand went instinctively to his heart.Still beating.Barely.“Lyra,” he rasped.She was there.Seated at the edge of the bed, knees drawn to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around herself. Her hair fell loose down her back like a spill of night, and the glow that had once lived under her skin was gone—muted, banked, hidden behind her eyes.She turned when he spoke.Relief flashed across her face so fast it hurt to see.“You’re awake,” she said.Rylan swung his legs off the bed, ignoring the p
WOLVES OF WINTER MOON CHAPTER 56
Lyra learned three things in the first hour after midnight.First: the Veil did not sleep.Second: the bond no longer obeyed her.Third: love, when twisted by power, became a weapon sharper than any blade.She lay still, listening to the castle breathe.The wards hummed softly in the walls, layered like lungs within lungs. Somewhere far below, water moved through old pipes. Footsteps passed at intervals—guards posted not to protect her, she realized, but to ensure she did not leave.Containment masquerading as care.Rylan sat beside her bed, head bowed, dark hair falling forward to shadow his face. He had refused to sleep anywhere else. Even when Queen Isolde had ordered rest, he had remained—unyielding, silent, stubborn in the way only princes who had been born second learned to be.Lyra watched his chest rise and fall.Too shallow.Too slow.The bond pulsed faintly between them—not a shared heartbeat anymore, but a siphon. Every time she breathed, something pulled. Every time she fe
WOLVES OF WINTER MOON CHAPTER 55
Lyra did not wake all at once.She surfaced in fragments.Cold first.Not the sharp cold of winter stone or steel, but something deeper—an absence of warmth, as though heat itself had forgotten her. Sound followed next: the faint crackle of ward-lamps, the low murmur of voices she recognized but could not yet place.Then pain.Not in her body.In her memory.She gasped.Her eyes flew open.For a heartbeat, the world fractured.The ceiling above her was unfamiliar—veined with pale crystal that glowed softly, refracting light into slow-moving halos. Runes pulsed faintly along the walls, old and layered, some freshly etched, others worn thin by centuries of use.Containment.The realization hit her instantly.She tried to sit up.Chains sang.Not iron.Veilglass.They shimmered like liquid moonlight, wrapped loosely around her wrists and ankles, humming with magic that prickled against her skin. Not painful—careful. Measuring.Lyra swallowed hard.“So,” she whispered. “This is how it beg
WOLVES OF WINTER MOON CHAPTER 54
Silence followed the light.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that comes after something irrevocable has been spoken aloud.Lyra stood at the center of the Council Chamber, white-gold radiance still bleeding faintly from her skin, curling like mist around her arms, her throat, her heart. The shattered sigils above cracked and hissed, fragments of ancient magic raining down like dying stars.No one moved.No one breathed.Rylan stared at her as if she had just stepped off the edge of the world.“You don’t get to decide that alone,” he said hoarsely.His voice cut through the stillness—and through her.Lyra turned slowly.Every step toward him felt heavier than the last, like the Veil itself was already reaching for her, testing her resolve, measuring her worth. She stopped an arm’s length away, close enough to feel his warmth, his pain, the faltering rhythm of the bond.“I do,” she whispered. “If the choice is your life or my freedom… I choose you.”Rylan shook his head violently. “That
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