Lyra, His Second Chance Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Thank you for reading this book . If you want to know what Lyra will face in the future I invite you to read next book " Lyra, Lycan Queen " "Lyra, Lycan Queen"The Kingdom stands on the precipice of war, its fate teetering under the shadow of an ancient enemy. As Lyra and Kane lead their forces against the relentless army of the Shadow Order in the south, chaos strikes at the heart of the realm. The capital falls under siege and a devastating betrayal claims the life of the beloved King, leaving the throne without its protector.In the wake of unimaginable loss, Lyra must rise to embrace her destiny - not just as a warrior or a leader, but as the rightful Queen of the Lycans. With the weight of the crown upon her head, she and Kane will face their greatest trials yet, navigating the treacherous path of ruling a fractured kingdom while confronting a ruthless enemy bent on destruction.Amidst the raging war, Lyra’s bond with the mysterious stone grows stronger, revealing secrets about

The acrid scent of charred wood mingled with the metallic tang of blood as Lyra surveyed the battlefield. The Lycans had claimed victory in the skirmish, but the cost had been sobering. Bodies of fallen comrades were carefully laid out by the medics, their faces pale in the flickering torchlight. Lyra turned her gaze to Kane, who stood at the edge of the clearing, his tall frame silhouetted against the crimson horizon. He was barking orders to the soldiers, his voice steady and commanding despite the exhaustion that weighed on them all.For Lyra, the aftermath of battle was the hardest part. The rush of adrenaline had faded, leaving her with the heavy realization that the war was just beginning.The camp was finally quiet by the time the moon reached its zenith. Small fires dotted the makeshift encampment, their warm glow offering brief respite from the cold night. Lyra sat cross-legged near the largest fire, her shoulders draped in a fur-lined cloak that did little to ward off the ch

The army marched at dawn, their silhouettes cutting sharp against the pale light of the rising sun. The air was heavy with the scent of dew and earth, mingled with the lingering acrid tang of burnt wraith mist from the previous night’s battle. Every step forward was a reminder of the trials that lay ahead, and every weary breath carried the weight of the fight to come.Lyra rode at the front of the column, her eyes scanning the horizon. The southern plains stretched before them, dotted with patches of dense forest and rocky outcroppings that could easily conceal enemies. Though her body ached from the relentless pace of their journey and the battles they’d fought, her mind remained sharp, her instincts heightened by the strange energy that now pulsed steadily within her.Kane rode beside her, his presence a constant source of both reassurance and tension. The memory of him being thrown by the summoner’s magic the night before lingered in her mind, a gnawing worry she couldn’t shake. H

The camp was subdued that night, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed the battlefield just hours earlier. Fires flickered in the cold darkness, their light barely touching the tense faces of soldiers gathered around them. Conversations were hushed, fear and exhaustion hanging over the camp like a heavy mist. Despite their victory, the ominous appearance of Drevon had left the Lycans and their allies uneasy.Lyra sat apart from the others, her fingers tracing the now-cool surface of the stone around her neck. It felt lighter than before, as though the energy it had lent her during the battle had dissipated, leaving only a faint hum of power beneath the surface. She stared at the pendant, willing it to reveal its secrets, but the stone remained stubbornly silent.Kane approached quietly, a pair of mugs in his hands. He settled beside her, his presence a comforting weight against the night’s chill.“Drink,” he said, handing her one of the mugs.Lyra took it with a faint smile,

The camp was quiet now, save for the occasional crackle of firewood and the muffled voices of soldiers settling into their temporary haven. The witches moved with deliberate grace, their chants weaving through the still night air as shimmering barriers rose around the perimeter. Lyra watched the glow of protective runes pulse faintly before fading into invisibility, the final layer of defense against the dangers that lurked in the darkness.It should have been a moment of relief, yet Lyra’s mind buzzed with the weight of the day’s battles and the shadow of what lay ahead. She stood near the edge of the encampment, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared into the distance.“Still thinking about the Shadow Stone?” Kane’s voice came from behind her, deep and steady.She turned, her heart skipping as it always did at the sight of him. Even with the grime of battle on his face, his presence was magnetic - an anchor in the chaos. His blue eyes glinted in the firelight, reflecting conc