All Chapters of The Psi Wolf: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

Lyra Ashfang POV"Don't fucking move if you want to keep your skin intact," a brutal, velvet voice growls directly into my ear.My spine shatters into ice. A month ago, I am sneaking around the Crimson Noble Quarter, desperately trying to trade my rare Psi werewolf blood for extra pack resources to keep my vegetative mother, Omega Kaela Ashfang, tethered to this realm. Out of nowhere, a massive, bleeding shadow leaps from the dark, pinning me ruthlessly against the stone brick wall of a damp alley.I writhe violently against his chest, my sharp claws scratching at his iron grip, but my small four-foot-five frame is completely useless against his raw brute force. His massive hand clamps down hard over my mouth, smelling heavily of copper and expensive, sweet clove tobacco."I said stay still," the stranger snarls, his low, dominant tone vibrating straight through my skull, activating my omega genes and paralyzing my muscles with pure shock.Heavy, iron-shod boots clatter right outside

Lyra Ashfang POV"I am explicitly here to buy basic resources, Freya," I say, forcing a cold smile to mask the sudden spike of adrenaline burning my throat. "You are clearly hunting for luxury garments too, right?""Sister? Freya, since when do you claim a pathetic, skinny little half-breed mutant?"The noble vampire lady standing right next to my cousin speaks with a screeching, piercing tone that makes my sensitive werewolf ears twitch in pure discomfort. She glares down her aristocratic nose at my four-foot-five frame, her upper lip curling back over her white fangs."I remember this trash now. This is the freak Lyra who Alpha Garrick kicked out of the Ashfang Moon Keep years ago. Why is her skin covered in such filthy, shabby rags? Is she intentionally trying to bring public shame to your pack territory?"The vampire socialite’s voice gets louder, drawing the attention of several guards in the Crimson Noble Quarter. She stares at my dark complexion and frail body as if she is look

Lyra Ashfang POV"My Prince, the blood scouts just transmitted their tracking stones from the Crimson Noble Quarter," Royal Blood Steward Silas Duskmoor murmurs, stepping out from the dense, velvet shadows of the alpha's den inside the Nightbane Crimson Citadel. He drops to his knee, keeping his head bowed low to avoid meeting the fierce crimson eyes of his master. "The treachery of the Ashfang Moon Pack runs far deeper than we initially anticipated."The thick, suffocating scent of fresh clove tobacco fills the dark room as I draw a deep breath, resting my heavy forearms against the carved armrests of my obsidian wheelchair. My left hand, encased in its signature black leather glove, tightly grips the smoldering cigarette between my knuckles. The single red cufflink on my right sleeve catches the faint, bloody glow of the fireplace, gleaming like a fresh drop of gore. I do not speak immediately. The silence stretches, growing so heavy and pressurized that Silas’s breathing turns ragg