All Chapters of Lyra, His Second Chance Mate: Chapter 261 - Chapter 265

Lyra POVThe ground cracked beneath her boots as she ran.Trees blurred past. The scent of burning stone and sulfur stung her nose. The wolves - both in human forms and beast - surged around her in panicked motion, many howling, some already in fur. The children were clutched tight, carried by older siblings or flanked by trembling elders.Behind them, the sky had turned red. Lyra risked a glance back.The southern ridge - once green and silent - now boiled with smoke and molten light. Lava spilled in thin streams down the mountainside like blood. Above it, clouds churned in unnatural patterns, black and rust-colored, spitting lightning without sound.She’d seen battlefields. She’d seen gods bleed. But this was different.This was the earth itself turning against them.“Keep moving!” she shouted, her voice hoarse.Nyxar ran beside her, steady and silent, a beacon in the chaos. His shirt was streaked with ash, his violet-gold eyes narrowed with focus.They had barely reached the edge

Vaeleth POVThe thunder of hooves broke the stillness.Vaeleth stood at the edge of the altar, blood and ash drying on her hands, her body trembling with power not entirely her own. Below, weaving their way through smoke-veiled paths, came back the two. Vaeleth didn’t run.She stood still, hands at her sides, as Lyra and Nyxar walked at the edge of the ridge. The air between them buzzed with tension. The quiet hum of fate curling its fingers tighter around their throats.Lyra dismounted first. She stepped forward without hesitation, cloak trailing behind her like shadowed flame.“Are you alright?” she asked.Her voice was steady, but her eyes swept over Vaeleth like a soldier assessing wounds.Vaeleth blinked. She hadn’t expected the question. Not from her.“I’m not hurt,” she said. “But I’m not sure it’s safe.”Nyxar joined her, frowning at the scorched stone and the brittle edges of cracked wards. “What happened here?”“I held it down.” Vaeleth’s voice came out quieter than she mea

Lyra POVThe sun had risen fully, pale and cold against the mountains. Yet the air between the village stones still felt thick with everything unsaid.Lyra found Vaeleth alone near the western edge of the village, standing where the cliffs overlooked the river below. Her arms were folded, silver hair tugged wild by the wind.Lyra didn’t approach right away.For once, she didn’t feel the need to fill the silence.But after a few heartbeats, Vaeleth spoke first - her voice quieter than Lyra had ever heard it.“Seren.”Lyra stepped closer, boots crunching on frost-stiff grass. “It’s a good name.”Vaeleth gave a sharp, dry laugh. “I spent my whole life thinking she was nothing. Just a ghost in the stories people avoided telling me.”“And now?”“Now I know why I always felt like something was breaking under my skin.” Vaeleth glanced sideways, her expression unreadable. “Your blood… you’re not just a wolf either.”Lyra met her gaze calmly. “No. And neither is Nyxar.”A breath of stillness p