MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON
Lyra smiled knowingly and I decided not to acknowledge that, ever.
The First Queen turned toward the crown. "The prison was never meant to rest on one soul." Her voice echoed softly. "The First Wolf carried too much." Sadness crossed her face. "I carried too much." The chamber brightened and memories appeared around us, visions. The First Wolf, Lyra, ancient battles, ancient sacrifices, ancient mistakes. Then another image emerged, one I'd never seen before. Lyra standing beside a dark-haired Alpha, not Auren, someone else. The First Alpha. They stood together beneath a silver moon, equal, united, strong, and the bond between them looked remarkably familiar. My breath caught because it looke