Semua Bab His Fear Her Becoming : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lyra's POV The sun was hot, so very hot, as it hit on Raven and me as we sparred.I had told myself that I wouldn't let Raven beat me again, but it's easier said than done.I had lost. I kept on losing multiple times that I could count how many times. And today wasn't any different.I was sparring with Raven—and losing..My lungs burned with every breath. Sweat clung to my skin, turning dust into grit that stuck to every scrape and bruise. My arms trembled from overuse, barely holding the weight of the practice knife. Raven looked like she had just begun warming up.She circled me slowly, her sharp eyes tracking every movement, every weakness. She always saw everything, every move, before I even made it.I lunged first this time, forcing myself forward before my body could hesitate. The knife cut through the air toward her side.She blocked it effortlessly. Like she always does.Metal struck metal with a dull clang, and before I could recover, she twisted her wrist, disarming me with

Lyra’s POVThe silver fire came easier after that night.Not always, or on command, but it wasn’t hiding from me anymore.“Again,” Raven said. We stood in the clearing at dusk, the sky bleeding into deep orange and violet. The air was thick with heat and dust, clinging to my skin, settling into every bruise and cut like it belonged there. My body screamed at me to rest. Every muscle ached. My ribs still hadn’t fully recovered. My palms were raw beneath the wraps.But the fire — The fire pulsed softly beneath my skin.“I'm trying,” I panted.“Trying gets you killed.” She yelled, circling me slowly, her boots silent against the dirt, her gaze sharp and unrelenting. She moved like a predator—calm, patient, and certain.“The fire isn't a party trick, little bird,” she continued. “It’s survival. So stop trying… and start doing.”I clenched my fists. Nothing.The silence pressed in. My chest rose and fell unevenly as frustration curled tight in my gut.Come on!I forced my breathing to st

Nicholas's POV:I was a fool.I'd told myself I wouldn't fall for her. Made a promise under the dawn sky. And then I'd gone and brushed her hair from her face like some lovesick pup.Raven was going to mock me mercilessly.Even as I walked back to my tent, my hands in my pockets and my wolf pacing contentedly, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.She needed to know that I cared.Not because I expected anything. Not because I wanted to pressure her. But because she had spent her entire life being told she was worthless, and someone needed to tell her the truth.She was extraordinary.And if Aiden Claw was too blind to see it, then he didn't deserve the bond the Goddess had given him.“You told her.”Raven sat outside my tent, sharpening a blade by lantern light. She didn't look up.“I told her,” I admitted.Raven grunted. “How'd she take it?”“I don't know. She didn't run away.”“Running away is overrated.” Raven said, testing the blade's edge with her thumb. “I ran away from my pack

Lyra's POVThree weeks into my training, Nicholas finally agreed to let me join a hunting party.“You stay close to me,” he said, strapping a blade to his hip. “You see trouble, you run. You don't fight. You run.” I crossed my arms with a frown. “I can fight." "You can spar, Lyra. Fighting is different.” His eyes met mine, dark and serious. “Promise me you won't try to be a hero today.”“I promise.” He didn't look like he believed me. But he nodded anyway.The hunting party was small—Nicholas, I, and two other rogues named Finn and Marta. Finn was broad-shouldered, with a scar across his throat that had healed wrong. Marta was lean and quiet, her eyes always scanning.“New blood,” Finn said, looking me up and down. "Is she ready for this?”“She's ready,” Nicholas said.Finn grunted, not believing him. “She doesn't look ready.”“She set three Lycans on fire last week,” Marta said flatly. “What did you do last week, Finn?”That made me laugh and helped in shutting Finn up.We moved thro

Aiden's POVThe pack bond frayed like a rope coming undone.I felt it every morning when I woke up. Every night when I tried to sleep. A hollow ache where the connection to my wolves used to be strongest.At first, I told myself it was nothing, stress, the weight of leadership, or maybe the aftermath of the mating ceremony disaster.But the pang didn't fade. It grew.“The eastern patrol hasn't checked in,” Grayson said, standing in my office doorway. His voice was tight. “They're three hours late.”I didn't look up from my maps. “Send another patrol.”“We have.” A pause. “They haven't come back either.”My pen stopped moving.I looked up. Grayson's face was pale. Too pale. The kind of pale that came before bad news.“How many?”“Twelve wolves. Gone.” He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The click of the latch sounded like a lock sealing shut. “Aiden, something is wrong. The pack bond is weakening by the day. Wolves are fighting in the training yard. Couples are breaking t