The Moon Palace had gone silent. Not peaceful. Silent. The kind of silence that came after a storm had torn through everything in its path and left the survivors standing among the ruins, trying to understand what had just happened. Lyra stood before the restored Moon Throne, staring at it. Silver light moved across its surface in slow pulses. The crescent moon carved into the throne glowed softly, intertwined with the dark wolf beneath it. Moon and darkness. Her two bloodlines. Her inheritance. Her burden. Her destiny. She still couldn't decide which one frightened her most.Behind her, footsteps approached. Lyra didn't turn. She already knew who it was. "Lyra." Her mother's voice. Elara. Lyra closed her eyes. For twenty-one years, she had dreamed of hearing that voice. For twenty-one years, she had imagined what it would feel like to finally meet the woman who had given birth to her. Now that the moment had arrived, Lyra didn't know whether she wanted to cry, scream, or demand answe
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