Rune’s povIt felt good getting back at that wizard. Something about it felt wrong especially the way he was looking at Lyra with fear evident on his face but I didn't care. If not for anything I used Lyra as my consolation. He almost drained her soul from her body. He deserved worse for using such spells on another living being especially when he was not being attacked. Lyra was helpless and yet he used spells with the power to inflict excruciating pain on its victims.I was back at the residence with Xavier, and he was looking like a drenched puppy. I offered him a shot of vodka as I was having several shots too. “You should have a shot yourself, you look like a drenched wolf cub,” I poked at him. He was always an easy tease. He took it well and he chuckled in response to my teasing. Or so I thought.The words that came out of his mouth threw me into a frenzy.“Drink up,” he let out, “Rest and do that quickly, we're heading to the Darkmoon manor at once,”It took me a while

Lyra's pov What was happening to me?Why are these visions and most importantly why do they look like they are coming to pass? Why do these premonitions seem so real?Rune was oblivious to what was happening to me. I looked at every object and every person carefully to see if I could trigger something to further prove or disprove that what I saw earlier today was real.Nothing was helping, nothing clicked and nothing most definitely rang a single bell.“Almost there now,” Rune announced.I expected the best honestly but something would not let that premonition go. Not like it had ever mattered or happened before, save that one time. But even then, it didn't seem like it happened in real-time.The decor from the moment Rune announced changed.The hallway was a masterclass in elegance and refinement, a symphony of opulence that unfolds with each step. My gaze was first drawn to the soaring ceiling, adorned with intricate moldings and gilded details that shimmered in the soft light.

Lyra's POV.There was no way this was happening, not while I lived and most definitely not in my presence.“Umm, what? What's going on?” As the constant breath escaping the nostrils of everyone present there in the hall, I was unnoticed. Important to the discussion but unnoticed.“Very well then. You, Lucas, will be testing her, Lyra Octavia,” the alpha said finally with an air of authority.“Oh hell nah! I disagree, not very well. Lucas will not be testing me,” I said in resistance but that was all in my head. I prayed for a chance to speak but was given none. What would I have said if I was granted the chance to?Tell them the tale of the rejection Lucas suffered at my hands or?I must have judged too soon when I saw no downside to accepting the proposal to be one with the Darkmoon pack, family, or whatever.But being in the bond as Lucas? I was ready to tear out my hair and feast on it. I'd rather die than give Lucas that satisfaction.Yes, I'd rather die and be forgotten than le

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 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