Did Lyra Kill The Family นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I knew Nathan's plan was falling apart. Audrey had found her real mother. She had Alpha Stormhowl protecting her. Everything was slipping away." "So you decided to take matters into your own hands?" "I decided to end it cleanly," Lyra said with chilling calm. "Kill her quickly and spare everyone the prolonged suffering. It would have been merciful, really." "You shot Alpha Moonstone instead." Lyra's face twisted with rage and disappointment. "He shouldn't have interfered. Those bullets were meant for her, and he knew it. He chose to die for a she-wolf who would never love him the way he deserved."

Lyra looked at the gun again, then at Chris and Rhys, then at the monitors still showing her drowning family members. "How do I know you'll keep your word?" "You don't," I admitted. "But you know I'll keep my other word. If you refuse, everyone you love dies tonight." The tent was silent except for the sound of our breathing and the distant hum of the broadcast equipment. Finally, Lyra reached out and took the pistol from my hand. "Lyra, no!" Chris shouted, seeing the weapon. She stood up slowly, the gun steady in her grip. For a moment, I thought she might turn it on me. Instead, she walked over to where Chris and Rhys were still partially restrained in their chairs.

Golden fire surged, wrapping around him, smothering the violet until it flickered out. When the ridge fell silent, all that remained was Elric — bloodied, panting, his violet eyes dimming back to mortal amber. Arden released him, chest heaving, claws trembling with restraint. “You were our family.” Elric coughed, bitter laughter rasping from his throat. “And that’s why it was so easy. You never saw me coming.” Lyra’s claws dug deeper into the earth, fury rippling through her, but she forced herself to stay still. Killing him would be justice — but it wouldn’t give them what they needed. Answers.

“They told me you had… potential. That your bloodline was cursed. That you could destroy everything if you turned dark. That loving you would kill you.” Her breath hitched. “And you believed them.” “I was scared,” he admitted. “But I never wanted to hurt you.” A long silence followed. Then Lyra asked, “Did you kill my parents?” He flinched. “What?” “They were assassinated in a fire—right after they refused to bind me in a ritual,” she said. “Did you know that?” “I swear to you,” Darius said, stepping forward, “I didn’t know. I was told they died in an accident. I never—Lyra, I never would’ve let that happen.”

“Trust me, Mal, if I told you, you wouldn't believe–” “Mal?” I frowned at her in disbelief, “Did you just call me Mal? I know for a fact that you killed my father after sabotaging me in front of my entire pack, Lyra. You also ruined Draven, turning him against me and then you eventually killed him too!” Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically, “No, no, Malric, that wasn't me, it was Nyari!” She said, pointing at the body, “it was Nyari. Draven tried to kill me and she walked into the room and ended his life.”

Where Silvain's body lay cold in their bed, poison having taken him while Marina was trapped in trial. Where Lyra stood beside him, her face streaked with tears, already knowing her brother was dead. "The plague came back," Lyra said, her voice hollow. "A final strike from Obsidian's agents we never found. It took him in minutes. I couldn't... there was nothing..." "I know." Marina's voice was dead. "I watched him die through the bond. Watched my daughter choose to let him die." She looked at Sera, at her ten-year-old daughter who'd just killed her own father through choice. Looked at Luna, who'd carry the weight of knowing she'd have to kill her sister in ten years.

She lunged at him, pushing him away. "How dare you come here!” My mother lost control seeing Drake and pushed him away.“You’re the one who killed Lyra! Give me back my daughter!" Drake stumbled and fell against my gravestone. "This can’t be true. You’re all conspiring to fool me again. It’s not true..." Drake’s face was pale as he stared unblinkingly at my photo on the tombstone. Then he staggered to his feet and turned to my father. "This isn’t real, right? Where are you hiding, Lyra?" He stammered.

Her voice echoed through the empty halls, unanswered. She found her father first, lying on the ground outside the house. His once-strong body was broken, his eyes closed in a final, peaceful rest. Lyra fell to her knees beside him, her small hands trembling as she touched his face. The tears came then, hot and bitter, as the reality of their loss hit her. Her mother was not far away, lying in the grass with her eyes open, staring at the sky. Lyra could see the pain etched into her face, but also the strength and determination that had defined her. She had fought until the very end, defending her pack, her family.

Like the fact that I had spent weeks planning ways to watch him die and had only recently decided, tentatively, provisionally, for reasons that had nothing to do with this, to keep him alive a little longer. "No," I said. He looked at me. "Lyra—" "No." My voice came out steady, which was remarkable given that nothing else in me was steady. "That's not— I'm not— You don't get to—" I stopped. Pressed my lips together. Started again. "You killed my family." "I know," he said. "You burned my home." "I know." "You put a collar on me and made me scrub your floors and you killed seventeen people who were trying to help me and you—" My voice cracked. I hated it for cracking. "You don't get to be my

Katya’s face was unreadable, but there was something sharp in her gaze. “Still awake?” she asked quietly. Amara nodded. Katya sighed, walking to the edge of the room. “You were always the one who thought ahead. Who questioned things.” Amara frowned. “And?” Katya met her gaze. “Tell me, Amara. If Lyra… if Rhea is no longer part of our family… what does that mean for us?” Amara’s stomach twisted. Because she already knew the answer. And she wasn’t sure she was ready to say it out loud.