Lyra, His Second Chance Mate
Pixie Snoweven in darkness, she chose to risedarkness becomes heron a cold winter's night that was so deepa new mate for her
Its eyes glowed a brilliant gold, and its voice boomed in her mind - not words but emotions: warning, urgency, power.
The figure raised a hand and in it was the stone. But it was no longer dull and lifeless; it burned with fiery intensity, casting light and shadow in equal measure. The flames leaped toward her, licking at her skin, but instead of burning, they seemed to seep into her, filling her veins with molten energy. She screamed, the sound echoing through the void.
“You must choose,” a voice whispered, low and ominous, before the vision shattered like glass.
Lyra bolted upright, gasping for air, her heart pounding in her chest. The stone was still in her hand, its surface cool and iner
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