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A bond forbidden. A love destined by fate. A war that could tear them apart.

Elias, a fierce and battle-hardened warrior, has spent his life protecting his pack from the threats lurking in the shadows. But when he crosses paths with Lyria—a woman unlike any he’s ever known—his world begins to unravel. She is human, yet there is something otherworldly about her, something that calls to the beast within him.

Lyria has spent years running from a past she barely understands. Haunted by memories of a life she cannot fully recall, she is drawn to Elias in ways she cannot explain. But their growing connection places them both in danger. Ruthless hunters, ancient magic, and enemies long thought dead rise against them, threatening not only their love but the fragile balance between wolves and humans.

As secrets unravel and destiny takes hold, Elias and Lyria must fight against fate itself. In a world where love is a weakness and betrayal lurks in every shadow, will their devotion be strong enough to defy the forces determined to tear them apart?

moon's devotion

At first, they were only shadows—flickering figures at the edge of her vision, their voices lost in the wind. But now, she could see them.

A woman stood before her. Pale as the moon, her hair flowing like silver water, eyes burning with an otherworldly glow.

The woman's lips curved, but there was sorrow in her gaze.

Lyria's heart pounded. The woman looked familiar. Too familiar.

She took a step closer, but the vision shattered—and Lyria woke with a gasp.

The air in the cave was thick with the scent of damp earth and burning wood. Across the fire, Elias watched her, his golden eyes sharp.

"You saw something," he said. It wasn't a question.

Lyria hesitated. "It was just a dream."

Elias's expression darkened. "No dream is just a dream in these lands."

He was right. She could still hear the whisper echoing in her mind.

And deep in her heart, she knew—

Secrets Beneath the Moonlight....

Lyria couldn't shake the feeling that the dream was more than just a dream. The woman's voice still echoed in her mind, haunting her even as she walked through the dense forest with Elias.

The night air was cool, but Elias was tense beside her, his sharp gaze scanning the trees. The flickering torch in his hand cast shadows that seemed to move on their own.

"You're hiding something from me," he said at last, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

Lyria hesitated. She wanted to tell him about the woman in her dream, about the strange familiarity of her face. But something inside her whispered—Not yet.

Elias stopped walking. He turned to her, his golden eyes narrowing. "You're a terrible liar."

Lyria swallowed hard. "I don't know what I saw, Elias. It was just—"

Before she could finish, the wind shifted.

A low growl rumbled through the trees.

Elias immediately stepped in front of her, his entire body tense.

Lyria opened her mouth to protest, but then—she saw it.

Glowing red eyes peered at them from the darkness.

A figure stepped forward. A man—no, not a man. A wolf with silver-streaked fur, shifting between human and beast with unnatural ease.

"Elias Kain," the stranger rasped, his voice rough like gravel. "You have something that belongs to me."

Elias didn't flinch. "I don't owe you anything, Veymar."

Veymar. The name sent a shiver through Lyria's spine.

She had heard it before—in whispers, in warnings.

A wolf that belonged to no pack. A hunter of his own kind.

chapter 16: A whisper from the past