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But I left. Fast. And the moment the door shut behind me, the façade cracked. My breaths came shallow, and my fingers trembled. Stronger than me. Stronger than any wolf I had ever touched. Not just powerful… Untouchable. “What the hell…?” I whispered. This wasn’t Xavier. This wasn’t Kai. This wasn’t even Lorenzo at his worst. This was something else entirely. Something I had not been prepared for. And for the first time in years…

Long answer of the bird. Jevro and I both fell silent. Phoenix eggs can camouflage, does that mean the adult Phoenix is ​​the same? I have many questions in my mind but I can't put them together yet. Jevro and I have to go back to the Golden Residence because we are leaving tomorrow. And of course, we can't take the hatchling with us. "Then, is camouflage also your power?" Jevro asked. "No but likely. I can change my appearance, Daddy. Do you wanna me do it?"

I need to honor that decision. I come across a small boutique nestled between two bustling stalls. The display catches my eye, and I step inside. The shop is filled with delicate trinkets and beautiful handcrafted items. As I peruse the shelves, I spot a stunning necklace, adorned with a phoenix pendant. It's as if fate has guided me to this very moment. I know instantly that this is the perfect gift for my son. I approach the shopkeeper and inquire about the necklace. She tells me it's a symbol of rebirth and resilience, a fitting representation of the fiery spirit Phoenix possesses. I purchase the necklace, feeling a surge of excitement knowing how much Phoenix will love it.

Xavier shrugs in response and says, “You can’t say I didn’t try to give you the easy way out.” Phoenix’s body is fully tense, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice. Faster than what I could see, Xavier is across the room attempting to attack me. But Phoenix knew of his tricks, knew that he was able to move faster than any other werewolf could and he threw me to the floor and blocked his father’s path. As Xavier collides into him, making them both crash into the nearest wall, Phoenix yells, “Go! Figure out how to get the souls out.”

After my bath, I went to the fridge to get something to eat when I remembered that I had just moved in yesterday, meaning there was no food. I sat on the couch to think about what had happened over the past few days, I was rejected, then ran away, and a few days later, I bought a house. Then I realized that I had never shifted into my wolf. Was I not a shifter, or was I runt. "Took you long enough to realize that." "Who's there?" "Hey, relax. It's just me, your Phoenix." Wait, I thought I was a werewolf? "Well, technically, you are, but your Phoenix side is more dominant."

(Five years later) Lyra’s POV I leaned against the dark tinted window of my limousine as it drove past the City. My reflection stared back at me, my face covered with a Phoenix shaped mask that only allowed my eyes and mouth to be seen, it was my Trademark. The world now knew me as The Phoenix, the name wasn't just branding. It was my story. I had risen from destruction, rebuilt by hands that should never have held me together, and now the very fire that consumed me was now my fuel and weapon.

Her scent grows stronger, so does the pain. How did she get this deep?. She is a human girl with a frail body that bruises from a careless shove. She should not have been able to walk this far without the first claiming her. A loud crash echoes ahead. Something is fighting, I sprint faster. Jaxon appears through the shadows as a blur of dark fur and flashing teeth. He is fighting something I cannot fully see. The shadows tear like cloth around him. Beside him something huge rises, its wings spread wide, Scales glint faintly.

I’ve lived through wars. I’ve held dying brothers in my arms. I’ve killed with my hands and bled in battle. But nothing prepared me for the moment I let Phoenix go. It was like tearing open a dam that had been reinforced for centuries. The second Aria’s shift began—her body glowing, her wolf emerging in a blaze of silver-white fire—I couldn’t hold him anymore. Phoenix exploded from me, a flash of shadow and power, and for the first time in years, I felt vulnerable.

I sighed audibly and heard another cry of the phoenix. I guess this is the start of my journey.