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Lyra shook her head as she took another step forward, "I do not expect you to believe anything. After all, I am telling the truth.” Adrian scoffed, and turned around. Maybe this was a show of some sort. Maybe there were even spy cameras around him. As unlikely as that was, Adrian would rather believe that than believe that Lyra was now a representative of one of the most powerful werewolf groups in the entire country. "This some kind of joke?" he hissed, Lyra sighed, she was obviously done with his disbelief, "If you're asking whether I'm actually an official representative of the Crescent Court…" she smiled calmly and shrugged, “You have their number, you are free to check.”

“Claim what they tried to erase.” The air shifted again. The council chamber listened. Lyra stepped forward, divine and burning, wind whispering around her ankles, smoke rising from the scorched floor. “I am Lyra of Ashvale,” she said. “Daughter of stone and storm. Mate of Kane, Queen of the Shattered Moon. I claim this council not with blood - but with fire. And I rebuild it in truth, not fear.” The ground thrummed beneath her words. Everyone in the kingdom heard her voice.

Her light intertwined with the shadow threads, transforming the deadly spikes into strands of golden energy that arched and expanded across the chamber. Astraen’s glow flared beside her. “Lyra… the bond is complete. Embrace it fully.” Lyra closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She felt the weight of the worlds on her shoulders—the cities, the forests, the oceans, the countless lives touched by the Rift King’s ambition. She felt the fears, the doubts, the grief of the past trials. And then she felt the light, the bond, and the promise of balance.

It was risky, and she was aware of the potential dangers, but the sense of urgency she felt was undeniable. To navigate this treacherous path, Lyra decided to enlist the help of Kieran Dax, a notorious Memory Broker. Kieran was a morally ambiguous figure who operated in the murky waters of high-stakes memory trades. Known for his charm and his penchant for bending the rules, he was someone Lyra had worked with in the past, though she had never fully trusted him. His reputation for getting results, regardless of the means, made him a necessary ally in situations where traditional methods fell short. Lyra’s decision to contact Kieran wasn’t one she made lightly. She knew his services came at a

Zane said beside me, I agree with his decision. He was powerful and was going to be crowned as the emperor while I was a normal magical physician. Rhyker was an often regarded and greatly praised god. Winter, time and jewels are crucial elements this divine being is associated with and most would regard him as modest and blunt. Often depicted as short, thin, immature and bright Rhyker was usually worshipped through pledges and oaths. There were a few types of places for those in pursuit of the aid of Rhyker, but natural sanctuaries and dedicated clothing pieces are a good way to start connecting.

Lyra’s POV I don’t know how long I have been trapped down here. There was no sun, no time, just cold stone and the endless drip of water somewhere in the dark, it was like the dungeon itself was counting the seconds I would be forgotten. My gown is nothing but threads now, and my hair was a matted mess. All because of my mate. Alpha Kael, my tormentor. And my sister’s soon-to-be husband. I bite back a sob. It was not just the betrayal that guts me, it was how much I felt. How much my soul still responded to his, even after everything. I thought fate was supposed to save people like me.

Jessy was already there, overseeing the preparations with her ever boiling enthusiasm. “Lyra!” she called out, waving Lyra over with a bright smile. “Come see how the decorations turned out. I think you’ll absolutely love it.” Lyra smiled weakly, still grateful for Jessy’s energy. It was easy to pretend that everything was fine when Jessy was around, to push the doubts and fears to the back of her head. But even as they walked through the festival grounds, inspecting the decorations and discussing the final details, Lyra couldn’t shake the feeling of her predicament.

"You have no idea what you're up against." Lyra's heart hammered in her chest, but she refused to let fear take hold. Her love for Arthur still burned within her, but it was no match for the determination she felt to protect her friends and put an end to his tyranny. With a defiant glare, she clenched her fist and focused her energy on the nearest wraith, willing tendrils of radiant energy to emerge from her fingertips. The luminous strands danced through the air like ethereal serpents, wrapping around the wraith and squeezing until it dissipated into wisps of shadow.

I have waited for years to be a part of that event that would shape the werewolf history for eternity, yet the goddess gives it away to a mere girl. “You should mind your threats; you act too much like a beast.” I warned Idris. He scoffed. “I am a beast, Selene,” Idris mutters, jaw clenched. “So speak plainly before I tear down this place.” I sighed. “What you think you know of Lyra isn't all there is to it. She is much more than that. Caelan too. You've only seen a small part of it.” “What else is there?” Idris frowned.