LOGIN“What the hell was that about, Lyra?” Selene yelled from behind me as she hastened her steps to catch up with me.
I turned around, my anger simmering but I masked it with indifference.
"What was what about?” I queried back with a frown.
“Why did you turn down Damon's proposal? You made him look like a joke in the whole pack." She hissed, glaring at me.
“What was I supposed to do when I am not ready to be his girlfriend?"
“What do you mean you don't want to be with him? Last night,you said…”
"I thought it over and while Damon is a good man, I want to concentrate on other things first and not starting a relationship.” I cut her off, folding my hands on my chest daring her to continue.
Selene looked taken aback by my answer, she never expected that from me. She wasn't used to me not doing what she wanted. I had been a puppet.
In my past life, I was a fool who got easily manipulated by their sweet words and coercion. Things were different and I was going to undo every single mistake I made before.
Everything started the day I accepted Damon's stupid cheap proposal and I had figured out after waking that to get a different result in my second life, I needed the changes.
“What are you talking about?" Selene asked, puzzled.
“I want to learn from my mother and be the next pack healer. It's my duty and responsibility." I replied and watched as Selene frowned, dissatisfied.
My previous life, they had talked me into abandoning being the pack's healer since my mother never liked the duo. This time, I won't disappoint my mother who always wanted me to take over as the next pack healer.
“Did your mother talk you into this? Last night, you said you didn't want to be one." Selene asked, her hatred for my mother slightly showing.
“No one talked to me about anything. I made the decision myself," I replied sharply.
I turned around and started making my way to the woods.
"I am going for a run. I'll see you later.” I said and disappeared before she could say anything else.
As a wolf, I was bestowed with the powers to teleport. I discovered that ability when I was fifteen years old. I can also run very fast in my human form, even faster than normal werewolves in my werewolf form.
My mother never explained why I was different from others. She only said I was special. With my wolf in deep slumber, I couldn’t shift to her so I opted to teleport.
I appeared again some distance from where I knew I couldn't miss him: Killian, our pack Alpha. He was training with his beta, Luka.
I hid behind a tree and observed as they exchanged blows after blows. Luca was on the receiving end and was having a hard time defending himself from Killian's feral attacks.
As I watched him, guilt washed over through me. In my previous life, I tormented him, embarrassed him in front of the pack, accused him of crimes he didn't commit and finally betrayed him.
“Come out," he ordered as he halted his sparring with Luka who then slumped on the ground in exhaustion.
I smiled awkwardly and emerged from my hideout. I walked towards them and flinched from the intensity of his stare.
He had that murderous look on his face, as if one wrong word and he would rip my neck off my body.
That wasn't above him though, I had seen and heard about his ruthlessness whispered throughout the pack.
“What are you doing here? Spying on me?" He asked, his eyes narrowed on me.
I almost rolled my eyes at his accusation.
“Why would I spy on you, Alpha? I was just passing by." I answered.
Killian gave me a cold long glare.
“Why are you not with your little boyfriend? Did he send you to keep tabs on me?” He asked and I realized that all along, he knew what Damon was plotting against him. He also knew that Damon used me to get to him. If he did, why didn't he tell me then?
‘Oh please, would you have believed him?’ An inner voice mocked me. Yes, I wouldn't have believed him if it was the me in my past life.
“Are you jealous, Alpha?" I asked, stepping closer to him and giving him a sweet smile.
I watched as his jaw clenched and his eyes hardened.
“Jealous? Do I need to be jealous of a useless prick like him? You belong to me, Lyra and I will kill anyone who steals you from me." Killian declared possessively.
Something about his words rubbed me sweetly and I found myself smiling.
In my previous life, I heard him declare his possessiveness over me severally and every time he did, I ended up hating him more. This time though, a sweet sensation swept through me.
“Are you saying you will fight for me?" I decided to push my luck and see how far he would go for me.
In my previous life, Killian was in battle when Selene and Damon killed me. After colluding with traitors to attack the pack, they took the opportunity to finish me while Killian was away.
“Fight for you? Why would I fight for what's mine?" Killian asked,frowning.
I fought the urge to smack him in the face. What did he mean by that? Isn't it normal to fight for what you want?
“What if I want you to fight for me?" I inquired and Killian scoffed.
"Isn't that what your little lover boy is doing?” He asked before glaring at me and walked away.
I stomped my feet in anger. I couldn’t believe that he walked away from me.
I was still reeling in anger when Luka approached me, a stern look on his face.
“Stop whatever games you are playing, Miss Lyra. The Alpha won't fall for your petty tricks." Luka warned.
I looked at him, aggrieved.
"What makes you think I am playing games?” I snapped at him, annoyed.
What was the deal with them though? Did they have to think the worst of me?
But then again, after all I had done and followed Damon as if I was a puppy, I think I deserved Killian's coldness.
“You are already engaged to Damon. You have violated the engagement treaty you two had. Don't come to pester the Alpha again." Luca replied and I smiled.
My plan of making Killian jealous had worked. Now, both of them thought I betrayed the Alpha.
“I don't plan on doing that, Luka. I am going to pester your Alpha till I breathe my last. Be ready to see me around often." I declared and Luka’s eyes widened in surprise before anger overtook them.
“What else do you want? Haven't you done enough? Do you want to embarrass the Alpha until he loses face before his own people?"
I could feel the anger and hatred in Luca’s words but I smiled in return.
“You will know what I want later. See you tonight, Beta Luka." I said and skipped away before the man could say another word.
I made my way back home, not derailed by the fact that neither Killian nor Luka trusted me. They had their reasons not to but I wasn't going to let things remain that way.
“I will earn your forgiveness and your trust, Killian. That's a promise." I said to myself, smiling.
Pushing the door to my house, a rather familiar scent hit me, making my heart race. My eyes scanned the room and settled on her seated on the sofa across from my mother.
“Long time no see, Lyra."
LyraThe forest swallowed my cries. Each breath burned, each stride ripped through the undergrowth like a blade through silk. My lungs screamed for mercy, but the bond, our fragile, dying bond, dragged me forward.Killian.It wasn’t just his name echoing inside me. It was his heartbeat, fading. His wolf’s howls pressed against my ribs until my bones ached. The pull was faint at first, a trembling thread of silver, but then it tightened around my soul and I knew… I was close.The night trembled with strange energy. Shadows rippled, the moon bled red through the clouds, and every gust of wind whispered the same thing: Hurry.The scent of burnt herbs and blood hit me first. Then the chanting, low, rhythmic, dark. My skin crawled as the language twisted through the trees like snakes. My magic stirred in answer, wild and hungry.When I broke through the last line of trees, I froze.The clearing was carved into the earth like a wound. Candles formed a circle around a stone altar, runes pulsi
KillianThe scent of iron and burning sage clung to the air, thick enough to choke on. My wrists were already raw where the silver chains dug through skin, heat pulsing against my bones like molten fire. I could hear my heartbeat, erratic, loud, and too close, as Damon and Morwein circled me like vultures.The cabin felt colder than it should have been. The floor beneath my knees was etched with strange markings, spirals of salt and blood and ash that pulsed with a dark, rhythmic glow. I knew what it was before Morwein even began to chant. I had seen it before, in fragments of my other life, that same cursed sigil that once tore my wolf out of me and left me hollow.But this time… this time I wasn’t the same broken man.“Hold still,” Damon murmured from behind me, his voice smooth, almost tender, but wrong, too controlled, too calm. The humanity that used to color his tone was gone. What spoke now was the shadow of the man I once knew, coated in something feral.“Damon,” I croaked, tas
DamonThe floor trembled beneath my feet. The flickering candles scattered around the ritual circle burst one after another, spilling hot wax across the wood and shattering glass vials into glittering shards. Morwein’s voice, once sharp and commanding, faltered into a strangled gasp as the sigils that she had carved into the floor began to split and burn away, their crimson glow devoured by something greater, older, wild and furious.“No!” She shrieked, clutching her book of runes to her chest. “It’s breaking! The channel is collapsing…”I didn’t need her to tell me that. I could feel it. The air that moments ago thrummed with power now screamed with resistance. The circle was bleeding energy, snapping like a wounded beast. My heart raced as I turned to Killian, my Killian, still chained in the center, his skin seared where silver touched flesh, his body twitching as waves of pain rolled through him.His wolf howled inside him, and I could hear it. It wasn’t supposed to be possible, n
LyraThe forest no longer felt like a forest.It felt alive. It was restless, angry and aware.Each step I took sent whispers skittering through the leaves, as though the very ground remembered my footsteps from another life. Every gust of wind hissed my name. The deeper I went, the colder it became, until even my breath came out as pale ribbons of mist.Killian’s presence pulsed faintly at first, a tremor, a flicker at the edge of consciousness, but it was enough to set my veins alight. Every heartbeat thudded to his rhythm, out of sync but trying to align. I followed it because there was nothing else left to follow.Moonveil moved inside me like a prowling shadow, impatient.You feel him, she whispered, her voice half-snarl, half-song. Do not falter now.“I’m not,” I panted, though my legs burned. “Just… show me the path.”You already know it.And she was right. My feet found it instinctively, a narrow, overgrown trail winding toward the part of the woods no one dared to enter. The
Even pain remembers the one who caused it.Killian The silence of the cabin presses in on me, thick and strange. It smells like smoke and pine and the faint tang of iron. I can still taste it on my tongue, the echo of silver. My wrists ache from invisible bruises, though Damon hasn’t chained me yet. Not this time. Not yet.But it feels so real as if it has just happened. I just can't come to terms with the fact that they, Damon and Selene, won in another life.I close my eyes and reach inward.“Are you there?” I whisper in my mind.For a moment, there’s only static, then a low growl, rough and ancient.“Barely,” my wolf answers. His voice sounds like it’s coming through broken glass. “You are weak, Killian. Too weak. The silver laced in the air… it’s seeping into you.”I breathe through the dizziness. “But you’re still here.”A pause. Then, softly, “for now. But I can feel the magic around us, it’s draining me. The witch’s doing. You need to fight it before it seals us apart again.
KillianWhen Damon left the room, I didn’t move for a long time. I listened to the echo of his footsteps fading down the hall, then let out a shaky breath.Oh, gods. I couldn't believe that I had lived through this once and died in Damon's hands. What had I been thinking? After he took Lyra from me in this life, I should have known. I should have known that he wasn't the brother I grew up with. He was twisted and he thought love was taking all that I valued from my life.“Muscle and mind,” I whispered to myself. “No. Not this time. I wouldn't allow it.”I pressed a hand against my chest, over the faint thrum of the bond that refused to die. It was weak, almost ghostly, but still there. I focused on it, closing my eyes.Lyra…The name alone carried weight.I pushed past the dizziness, the throbbing behind my eyes, and reached deeper. The space between us felt like wading through fog and ice. I could feel her heartbeat faintly, her fear, her confusion.Lyra, I called again, silently. Ca
LyraThey wanted a spectacle. I gave them the whole theater.The square was a sea of faces; fierce, furious and hungry for blood. Torches lined the stone, their flames tossing shadows that made every expression look sharper, meaner. Elders sat on raised stone benches like judges of an old gods’ co
KillianDamon’s words still rang in my ears long after the silence of the office settled between us.“I love you.”The way he had said it; broken, wet with unshed tears, wasn’t something I had expected from him, not after everything. Not after the lies, the betrayals, the venom he had spewed about
DamonThe day dragged on like an eternity wrapped in silence.Yesterday, the pack had cried for blood; Lyra’s blood. They had demanded answers, demanded that Killian bring his treacherous mate forward, demanded the justice they were owed for being lied to, manipulated, betrayed. Their voices had fi
DamonRumors were sweet things when they grew wild. You only had to plant the seed, give it a whisper, and let the soil of fear and pride do the rest.And right now, the Ether Pack was a garden.Selene had planted the seed and oh, how fast it had germinated and then grown.I stood with Selene on th







