Power?A very underrated, yet overrated shit at the same time. After more than twenty-eight years of her life, Lyra is yet to decipher the force behind this single word. In this world- or at least the Part pf the world she knew- he who has power possesses a very great thing. He with the most power has the highest standing authority. But Layla had also learnt that asides this great wealth, fear and authority that comes from it, power also comes with a load of danger. Because it was something that everyone wanted, and most people were ready to do anything to get a taste of power, even if it meant shedding innocent blood. This was one reason her mother had tried as much as possible to keep her special capabilities hidden since they found out that she was more than just a werewolf.Not because it was a taboo or anything. But then a hybrid has never been born before in the history of werewolves. So, there was no specific rule which said that she was a taboo or anything, but her mot

What you have, Lyra is a gift that is not common. A gift which has not existed on the face of the earth for centuries.It is very important that you understand the weight of the burden that comes with this gift.It is power, and with great powers comes great responsibilities. The most important thing you need to learn is control. How to control your power. Or else, you could cause real damage with it.Lyra’s lips quivered as her mother’s words replayed instantly in her head.For years, she had learnt self-control. How to control her emotions and keep them in check all the time. How could she let herself snap so soon?She froze in place as she watched Lex, sit beside Ava and lift her head on his laps.She was not moving. Her face was white as snow, and Lyra’s heart skipped a beat.“Ava….” Lex called, shaking his sister and Lyra’s heart broke in pieces at how weak his voice was.She blinked twice to prevent unshed tears, and walked slowly to them.“Can I take a look at her?” Lyra aske