Semua Bab Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy: Bab 61 - Bab 68

LYRA’S POVThe water of the Moon-Well was still clinging to my skin, ice-cold and heavy, but the fire in my blood was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It wasn't just a spark anymore. It was a sun, burning white and hot behind my ribs, scouring the last traces of that oily black rot from my veins.I stood up slowly, the silver light from my palm reflecting off the surface of the pool. Killian was standing right in front of me, his back a wall of solid muscle, his hand white-knuckled on the hilt of his sword. He looked like a god of war rising from the depths, but my eyes weren't on him.They were on Silas Vane.The man who had brought me tea when I was shivering. The man who had whispered about "diplomacy" and "stability" while Silas Vane...the real Silas...was rejection and cruelty. This Silas, the one standing under the ancient stone archway, looked different. The kindness was gone, wiped clean from his face like chalk off a slate. His eyes were cold, flat, and hungry."You look disapp

LYRA’S POVThe silver horn blew one last time, but it wasn’t a call to arms. It was a death rattle.I shoved through a wall of smoke and the smell of burnt hair, my heart thumping so hard I thought it would crack my ribs. The fortress courtyard was a graveyard of broken shields and shattered stone. The Council had brought everything...siege engines, fire-casters, and five hundred men in gleaming plates. But they hadn’t counted on the ghosts. Sora’s pack was everywhere, a blur of teeth and jagged bone spears, tearing through the "civilized" army like a winter storm through a dry wheat field."Killian!" I screamed, my voice cracking.I didn't care about the stray arrows or the dying soldiers reaching for my ankles. My eyes were locked on the center of the chaos. There, standing over the rubble of the main gate, was a man I barely recognized.Silas Vane didn't look like a diplomat anymore. He was wearing heavy, silver-plated armor that looked like it had been molded onto his skin. In his

Killian’s POV. "He’s got your stubbornness, Lyra. Look at how he’s gripping my finger. He won't let go."I didn't move my hand. I couldn't. I just sat there on the edge of the bed, staring at the tiny, breathing miracle tucked against Lyra’s chest. The silver in his eyes was fading now, turning into a deep, stormy gray, but the power I’d felt from him...the spark that had pulled me back from the edge of the Void...was still there. It was a physical thing, a warmth that made the air in the room feel thick and sweet.Lyra let out a tired, shaky laugh. She looked exhausted, her hair a wild mess of damp curls, her skin pale. But she looked at the boy with a hunger that made my chest ache. "He’s a Blackwood, Killian. What did you expect? He’s already decided he owns the place.""He does," I whispered. I leaned down, my lips brushing her forehead, then the top of the boy’s velvet-soft head. He smelled like new life and mountain rain. "The whole North is his. We just have to make sure there

LYRA’S POV"He’s doing it again, Killian. Look."I leaned against the balcony railing of the high tower, my hair whipping around my face in the sharp mountain air. Below us, the training grounds of the Blackwood Manor were a hive of motion. But my eyes weren't on the seasoned warriors or the new recruits from the Ghost Pack. They were on the boy standing in the center of the stone circle.Cian was seven now. He had Killian’s broad shoulders and my stubborn jaw, but when he moved, he had a grace that didn't belong to either of us. He wasn't holding a wooden practice sword like the other pups. He was just standing there, his small hands open, his silver eyes fixed on a massive jagged boulder that had sat in that courtyard since before my grandfather was born.Killian stepped up behind me, his chest warm against my back. He wrapped his heavy arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. He smelled like leather and the sharp, clean scent of the first winter frost."He’s not just