Unexpected Situation

Lyra and her mother finally arrived home, exhausted from their day out. Lyra's mother looked around the house, expecting to see her husband, but he was nowhere to be found. She frowned, feeling a sense of worry creeping up her spine.

"Where's Daddy?" Lyra asked, noticing her mother's concern.

"He's not back yet, sweetie," her mother replied, trying to sound calm. "He's probably still out looking for a job."

Lyra nodded, but she could sense her mother's unease.

She tried to distract herself by thinking about the old lady's words, but they kept echoing in her mind. "A heart that wanders, a soul that strays,

Shall reap the whirlwind of love's bitter sway.

You who abandoned the ones who held your heart,

Shall find your own, but never to possess from the start..."

As the evening wore on, Lyra's mother tried to put her to sleep, but Lyra was too restless. She kept thinking about the old lady's words and the strange feeling she had when she saw the man in the woods.

"Mommy, what did the old lady mean?" Lyra asked, snuggling into her mother's side.

Her mother listened intently as Lyra recounted the old lady's words. She frowned, her eyes clouding over with concern.

"I'm not sure, sweetie," she said, stroking Lyra's hair. "But I think it's just an old legend, a villager's tale. Don't worry about it, okay?"

Lyra nodded, feeling a sense of reassurance. But just as she drifted off to sleep, the sound of police sirens pierced the night air, waking her up with a jump. Lyra's mother rushed to the window, her face pale with worry.

"What's wrong, Mommy?" Lyra asked, feeling a sense of fear creeping up her spine.

Her mother didn't answer. She just grabbed Lyra's hand and rushed out of the house, following the police cars to the hospital.

When they arrived, Lyra saw her father lying in a hospital bed, his face pale and his body covered in bandages. She felt a wave of fear wash over her, and she clung to her mother's hand.

"What happened, Mommy?" Lyra asked, her voice shaking.

Her mother didn't answer. She just cried, holding Lyra tightly. Lyra looked up at her mother, feeling a sense of confusion and fear.

As she looked at her father's body, Lyra noticed something strange. There were claw marks on his skin, deep gashes that looked like they had been made by an animal.

Lyra's mind flashed back to the old lady's words, and she felt a surge of anger. She blamed the cursed man from the woods for her father's injuries.

Over the next two weeks, Lyra's father remained in a coma, his condition critical. Lyra's mother was devastated, but she tried to stay strong for Lyra's sake.

As the days passed, Lyra started to feel a sense of normalcy return to her life. She started going to school, a school on the other end of the woods. But this school was strange. People looked at her strangely, and their history books contained stories about werewolves.

Lyra didn't think much of it until she saw a man's picture in her history book. He looked almost identical to the man from the woods. Underneath his name was written "Alpha Randal I."

Lyra felt a shiver run down her spine. Who was this man, and why did he look so familiar? She felt a sense of unease, wondering if there was any truth to the old lady's words.

As she walked home from school, Lyra couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She felt like she was being watched, and the woods seemed to loom over her like a dark shadow.

Lyra quickened her pace, feeling a sense of fear creeping up her spine. She didn't know what was going on, and how she was part of it, but she knew one thing for sure she was determined to uncover the truth.