Lyra’s POVThe alpha, Xavier as I had learned his name to be, had been absent from the manor for a while now.“He'd be back soon and just in time for your official ceremony in two weeks” Rune had told me when I inquired of him.It's been a week since then and it has been bittersweet.Xavier had given me a job during my stay in the manor and I had forgotten how life was treating me just before my acceptance into the Darkmoon pack.But occasionally Luca had been a cause, a good one at that, to remember how I got here.I was fascinated with the couture the pack ran, one of their many strings of income, that I flung myself immediately to them when given the chance.“Very good,” Lucas had said when he heard me make my choice.“The couture is my personal favorite, it's a good thing you can work for me from there”“Work? For you?!” I asked at the top of my voice.He had satisfaction written all over his face after my outburst.“Yes,” he responded in his casual arrogance, “do you have somethi
Lyra's POV “You're late,” I said boastfully, “one might say you're slow.”He was silent and zoomed past me into the pig sty. I followed and picked up the protective farmer gear I found laying around.The leather jacket I was putting on, courtesy of the Darkmoon couture, might have cost me nothing but I wasn't going to let anything from that pigsty get on me.I had found an apron along with some knee-high boots and put them all on before we got to the pigs.Lucas must have observed the change in my steps and turned to me.After a good look at me, he finally spoke up.“You're not going to need that unless you intend to clean up the mess after now,” he said looking from the shovel I held in my hands to my face.He was entirely different here, while we were alone. I was melting, slowly, but I was not letting myself get carried away from my promise.“Why?” I asked, examining the shovel that I held in my hand closely.I prayed he wasn't thinking of me cleaning the sty with my bare hands.
Lyra's POV.“I came to inform you of the activity we had planned for this afternoon,” Nikolai said. I looked at my wrist, it was way past one in the afternoon. Time sure flies when you're having fun.Nikolai looked at me suspiciously.“Can werewolves smell sex or even sexual tension?” I thought. One thing I wanted to avoid so badly was stories to my name.“Oh...I remember,” Lucas said. He looked at me like he was expecting an answer or something, if not from my lips, maybe from my expression.I gave him none, I was sure of that.I expected him to agree and disengage himself from whatever activity he had planned with me, and leave.“Give us forty-five more minutes,” he told Nikolai, “Lyra here is working on her breathing, she needs to be more silent during the hunt”“No!” I screamed internally, “This is not what you're supposed to say”“But really, it's no bother,” I said out loud, “I can practice that on my own.”“Besides…” I said turning to Lucas, “I've had enough of you in my hair
Lyra's POV Rune was all over the place with laughter. The pulsing light from his grimoire was not helping matters.“Alright then,” I said, pouting, “what's the story?”He cleared his throat like he had been waiting for a chance to tell this story.“Allow me,” he said. “In the ancient land of Arcadia, there ruled a king named Lycaon, a man renowned for his cruelty and brutality.” He paused to see my reactions, I felt stupid as he told his tale.“He was a tyrant who delighted in the suffering of others, and his reign was marked by countless atrocities.”In all of my knowledge of werewolves, the fictions by the way, none of them began this way. The best that I could lay hold of was getting bit by a rabid wolf or another wolf.But those wolves or werewolves had to have an origin too.Rune's voice coupled with the tale he told snapped me out of my thoughts. “Lycaon's palace was a place of darkness and fear, where the sounds of screams and wailing echoed through the halls.”“One day, Ze
Lyra's POV.His question kept ringing in my mind as the night went by.Why am I so bothered about this?I lay in bed and stared out at the open moon, the crickets seemed to be happy and quiet that particular night as they went silent that very night.Very unusual of their chirpy selves.I couldn't sleep, so I tossed and turned in bed all night.I wondered why, there were several answers I could come up with.No, let's make that three. Three answers to the question posed to me by Rune.I remembered the heated moment I had with Lucas and shivers as a chill ran down my spine. I was restless.I lay and argued with my body and mind just to arrive at those three options.“Arghh,” I groaned, “Time to put this restlessness to good use by finding the answer to who and what I am,”I had a flashback of the time I had with Lucas again and was determined to get out of bed and occupy my mind with something else.An idle mind is the devil's workshop they say, but I think mine is Lucas' workshop. “
Rune's POV.It was late and awfully quiet in the manor that night and was a perfect time to open a book and bury myself in it.I brushed my teeth and got out of my nightrobe.“Too comfy,” I said as I hung it back up on the wardrobe.I got in a pair of my old jeans and a shirt I loosely buttoned. I looked in the mirror knowing fully well that there were other things I could do than babysit Lyra.Not that I was complaining about it.Lyra had been a good companion, even better than these guys here, but I still had no idea why Xavier had felt so attached to her.Even putting constant stops to his quest.This baffled me a great deal.And Lyra on the other hand is sweet and all addicting even.I smiled as I remembered what transpired that day at the court which reminded me, that her initiation ceremony was close and fast approaching.“I trust Lucas to have taught her all she needs to know,” I said aloud.In a brief moment, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and burst out laughing.Luca
Rune's POV.“Good lord, I have barely started,” I said as I conjured a spell to stop the descent of those books.It was done on impulse and I didn't even bother.It was Lyra.“What the heck are you doing?” I asked impatiently.My spell was still active with the books still hanging in place mid-air.She was rather happy to see me.I wasn't happy that she was here.What might have brought her in here by this time of the night? especially now as she came in after I had put the librarian to sleep.“Lyra!, what are you doing here?” I said in a muffled voice. I wanted to pinch her badly.“What does it look like I am doing here?” She lip sync or at least that was what I could make out of reading her lips.That response set me off with me raising my hands furiously in the air as I spoke.“Disrupting the peace, I tell you” The librarian tossed around in his sleep and I impulsively paused and held my breath.The room seemed to pause and hold its breath too. A gentle breeze came into the libra
Rune's POVWith Xavier over Lyra's lap, she chanted an ancient language that had been long lost while I stared with awe.“This is not Lyra. Who is this lady?” I thought to myself, still standing perplexed. As the ancient words were spoken, a warm, golden light began to emanate from the lips of Lyra, filling the air with a bright, warm vibrant energy.The light began to grow in intensity, swirling around Xavier as it enveloped him in a radiant aura. I could feel sparks as the surrounding air became charged with an electric tension as if the very fabric of reality was being manipulated.“Oh my days,” I gasped from where I stood, Xavier was stirring.Lyra placed one of her palms on Xavier's head, his body was being infused with a gentle, pulsing warmth.It started at the crown of his head, spreading down through his torso, arms, and legs, filling him with a sense of relaxation and release. I could see the muscles, tense and knotted from pain and stress, begin to unwind, letting go of