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KyonI sat through the temple meeting with a calm face, even though every word spoken inside that cold stone room made my blood feel hotter. The royal priestesses stood before the elders in their long white robes, speaking once again about the ancient curse and the danger of allowing the marked woman to remain close to the royal bloodline. I listened without interrupting, nodded when I was expected to nod, and kept my expression empty whenever Lyra's name was mentioned. Inside my mind, however, I kept seeing the old prophecy page and the word that had been added long after the original record was written. Sacrifice. That one word had changed everything, and I knew I could not trust anyone who had helped hide it.The royal priestess finished speaking and turned her pale eyes toward me."You have been very quiet lately, King Kyon."I looked at her calmly."I have been listening.""Listening is not the same as agreeing.""I did not say that I agreed."A few elders shifted uncomfortably,

KyonThe old records were beginning to feel like pieces of a nightmare that refused to end. Every time I thought I had found the truth, another missing page appeared, another name was scratched away, or another story ended before the part that mattered most. I sat alone in the royal library with three dusty books spread across the table, while the weak light from the candles danced over the yellow pages. My eyes were tired, my head hurt, but I could not stop searching because something inside me kept saying that Lyra was connected to all of this.I turned another page and stopped.There, written in faded ink, was a phrase I had seen before, although it had been hidden inside several different records.The marked woman.My fingers tightened around the page as I read the short passage beneath it, and my heart began beating harder when I saw the words that followed. The woman had not been born inside a werewolf pack, and she had not come from an Alpha family. She had been born to humans

LyraSomething about Kyon had changed, and I could not decide whether I was imagining it or finally seeing him clearly. After everything I had discovered about the temple, the prophecies, and the strange things happening around me, I had expected Kyon to stand beside me and demand answers from the priestesses, but instead, he seemed to be moving farther away from me. He attended their meetings, listened quietly while they spoke about the curse, and sometimes even nodded when they made their claims. Every time I saw him sitting among them, something inside my chest tightened because I could not stop thinking about what that meant. Maybe I had been foolish to believe that the man who once told me I mattered to him would actually choose me when choosing me became dangerous.I watched him from across the dining hall that evening while the priestesses spoke with several elders, and Kyon looked completely calm. He did not argue with them or question anything, and when the royal priestess m

KyonThe sealed library was hidden behind a wall that looked no different from the others, but I had known about it since I was a child. My father had once told me that only the King could enter, and even then, only when there was a serious reason, because some of the oldest royal records were kept there. I had never cared enough to ask what could be so dangerous about old books, but tonight I understood why the room had been hidden. The moment the heavy door opened, the smell of dust and old paper filled my lungs, and the darkness inside seemed to hold its breath. I stepped in slowly, carrying one lamp in my hand, and closed the door behind me.Rows of shelves disappeared into the darkness, filled with books that had not been touched for years. Some were leather-bound, some were locked inside wooden boxes, and others had seals bearing the names of kings who had been dead for hundreds of years. I moved deeper into the room until I reached a shelf marked with the royal seal, then bega

KyonThe room was silent except for the soft scratching of the old historian's pen as he worked over the yellow pages spread across the table. I stood behind him with my arms folded, watching every movement because I had learned that even the smallest detail could matter now. For days, we had searched through damaged records, old translations, and books that smelled of dust and age, but nothing had given me enough proof to act against the priestesses. Then the historian suddenly stopped writing, and his face changed so quickly that my chest tightened.“What is it?” I asked.He did not answer at once, and instead bent closer to the page as if he was afraid the words might disappear. He ran one finger beneath a line written in the ancient language, then reached for another book and opened it beside the first one. His lips moved as he compared the two passages, and when he finally looked up at me, there was something close to fear in his eyes. I knew immediately that he had found someth