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In the dense, untamed wilderness, werewolf society thrives, bound by ancient traditions and the sacred law of mates—a destined partner, chosen by the moon itself, to complete one’s soul. For Lyra, a gentle yet resilient young she-wolf, this law represents everything she has ever dreamed of. But her dreams are shattered when her fated mate, Darius, the future Beta of her pack, cruelly rejects her. To make matters worse, Darius flaunts his betrayal by fathering a child with another woman, leaving Lyra not only heartbroken but also shunned by her packmates, who view her rejection as a mark of weakness.

Unable to endure the humiliation and ostracization, Lyra makes the heartbreaking decision to leave the pack she once called home. Alone and vulnerable, she embarks on a solitary journey through the wilderness, determined to find peace and rebuild her life. But fate has other plans. During her travels, Lyra discovers a rare and mystical gift hidden deep within herself: the ability to heal wounds—not just physical injuries but emotional and spiritual pain as well. Her newfound powers seem to be connected to an ancient, forgotten energy tied to the moon; a secret long lost to werewolf lore.

Healing the Broken Bone

The winds carried the soft scent of pine and wildflowers as Lyra stood on the balcony of her quarters, her hands resting on the cool stone railing. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting the fortress in hues of orange and gold. The sounds of life echoed from below—warriors training, young wolves laughing in the courtyard, and the steady hum of rebuilding that had become the lifeblood of the Midnight Crown pack.

But despite the tranquil scene, Lyra felt a stirring deep within her—a sensation she couldn't quite name. It wasn't unease; it was a quiet, warm energy that hummed in the background, drawing her attention inward. She had tried to push it aside for days now, chalking it up to exhaustion or the lingering aftermath of the battle. But tonight, as the horizon shifted to twilight, that warmth demanded her attention.

Kaelen's voice brought her back to the present. She turned to see him leaning against the doorway, his silver eyes soft as they met hers. He was still in his leathers, the dust of the day's work streaked across his arms, but the sight of him always brought a sense of calm that steadied her.

"A little," Lyra admitted with a faint smile. "It's been... different lately. Like something's changed, but I can't quite figure out what."

Kaelen crossed the space between them, his presence grounding as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "You've been through so much already," he said softly. "Maybe your body is just catching up with your soul."

His words were comforting, but Lyra shook her head. "It's more than that," she said, her hand absently brushing over her abdomen. She didn't know why she kept doing that—why the motion felt so natural, so instinctive.

Kaelen's gaze followed the movement, his brows furrowing slightly. "Lyra," he said, his voice hesitant. "Have you seen Maelis about this? She might have some wisdom to offer."

Lyra hesitated. She had wanted to speak with Maelis, but a small part of her was afraid of the answers she might find. Still, she knew Kaelen was right. Whatever this was, it wasn't something she could ignore.

"Tomorrow," she promised. "I'll speak with her tomorrow."

Kaelen nodded, his hand slipping into hers as they watched the last light of the sun fade from the sky. Together, they stood in silence, the bond between them humming softly—a quiet reassurance that whatever came next, they would face it together.

Chapter 35