Semua Bab Shattered Vows, Silent Fire : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The forest never slept. Even in stillness, it pulsed with ancient energy—wild, restless, and eternal. Trees stood like silent sentinels, their canopies clawing at the sky, veiling the stars. The moon hovered like a silver eye above the world, watching. Waiting.And beneath it all, Lyra Blackthorn ran. Her breath fanned in soft clouds, chest heaving as she darted between trees. Her black cloak billowed behind her, mist curling at the hem. Moss and roots kissed her bare feet, but she didn’t flinch. She wasn’t afraid of thorns. She had grown among them.This part of the woods had long been forbidden by her pack—neutral ground between rival territories. A place soaked in the blood of a forgotten war. But tonight, something called to her from the silence. Something more primal than instinct. Something older than the moon itself. A scent.Not human. Not fully wolf.It was smoke and spice. Power and ruin.She stopped near a ridge overlooking the valley below. The river shimmered like molten

She didn’t remember falling. One second she was reaching for her dagger, Kael’s shout echoing in her ears—“Lyra, behind you!”—and the next, she was swallowed by darkness.Something cold and formless had wrapped around her, sinking into her bones like smoke, like water, like shadows made flesh. Not claws. Not teeth. Just pressure—suffocating, inescapable—and a sickening pull that turned her world inside out.When her senses returned, she was no longer in the forest.She was somewhere else.Somewhere ancient.The air was stale with age and secrets, the ground beneath her damp and uneven. Lyra groaned as she blinked into the darkness. A soft, eerie blue glow pulsed faintly from the walls—light from stones embedded in cracked stone. The walls were carved with runes—symbols older than language. Older than the packs.She was underground. A ruin maybe. Or a tomb.And she wasn’t alone.She sat upright slowly, pain lancing through her ribs. Her cloak was gone. Her boots too. Even her dagger h

KAELThe Hollowed Ones came like a storm of ink—dozens of eyeless, shifting beasts dragging the shadows behind them. Their howls were more psychic than sound, splitting through Kael’s mind with a frequency that made his teeth ache. They moved like smoke and death, like hatred incarnate.But Kael didn’t flinch.He stood his ground, shielding Lyra behind him.“Run,” he growled.“I’m not leaving you.”He glanced back once—and saw the silver burn of her eyes. Different now. Brighter. Almost unnatural. The Hollow had changed her.No… awakened her.The nearest creature lunged, a mass of writhing limbs and jagged mouths. Kael met it mid-air, claws slicing through smoke-flesh. The thing screamed—not from pain but fury—as if Kael’s touch burned.Lyra gasped. “Kael, they can’t stand your light—your blood.”That was it.The Hollow hated light. Hated the blood of the Gate’s guardian.Kael let the wolf fully rise.His bones snapped. His spine arched. In seconds, he stood not as man but beast—a tow

Part OneLyraThe woman in white smiled like she’d never broken a promise.“Hello, daughter.”Lyra’s world fractured at the edges.She had seen her mother only in glimpses—memories half-buried by pain and time. A lullaby hummed in the dark. A silhouette leaving in the rain. The scent of ash and snow when she was taken from the Hollowed Ones and hidden among the mortals.Now that face—so achingly familiar and terrifying all at once—stood less than ten feet away, bathed in moonlight, her golden eyes alight with secrets and something worse: intent.“You’re supposed to be dead,” Lyra whispered.Her mother stepped forward as if she had every right to be here, in the clearing, under the Gate’s sleeping shadow. “I’ve been waiting, Lyra. Watching. Protecting you, in ways you’ll never understand.”Kael moved between them, his hand instinctively reaching for his blade.“You don’t look like a protector to me,” he growled.The woman ignored him, her eyes still locked on Lyra. “He doesn’t trust me

The wind whispered warnings through the scorched trees.Lyra stood at the edge of the ruined clearing where the Gate had once pulsed with light and wrath. Now, there was only a darkened scar in the earth, a faint shimmer in the air like a memory clinging to the world’s skin. The ground beneath her boots was cracked, but no longer pulsing with life—it was dormant, waiting. Watching.Kael stood a few feet away, arms folded, his jaw clenched as he surveyed what remained of the Hollowed Ones’ failed ambush. Burnt cloaks lay scattered among broken weapons. Blood stained the soil where wolves had bled and magic had clashed. The survivors moved like ghosts, their faces drawn tight with fear—and awe.They had witnessed something no wolf had seen in centuries.Kael and Lyra had entered the second Gate.And returned alive.But something had shifted. In the land. In the air.In them.Lyra flexed her fingers. Power coiled beneath her skin—dormant, yes, but humming like it had memory now. Like it