Lyra & Kael
Lyra
When I was thirteen—four years before the day I found myself reborn into—my entire pack, Silvercrest, was slaughtered by a group of unknown werewolves.
My father’s Gamma, Ronan, desperately saved me while the rest of my family was murdered.
The very last thing he did before he died was seal my wolf, ensuring that my scent couldn’t be detected; but this spell also restricted me from shifting.
Therefore, I would be wolfless until I reached adulthood.
It was a desperate but necessary safety measure, and I would always be grateful for the second chance that Ronan had given me when he had sealed my wolf. For years after that night, I waited patiently for my wolf to return. I didn’t tell anyone who I truly was—only that I was Ronan’s daughter.
Even when they tormented me for being wolfless, a disgrace in our world, I didn’t reveal my true identity. And since Silvercrest was notoriously isolationist, no one knew that I was the sole surviving Alpha heir.
Hearing Jade’s voice again after all this time made my eyes immediately fill with tears. In my past life, my wolf had died while saving Kael, which ultimately led to my early death.
But not this time. No, I wouldn’t repeat my past mistakes, even if Kael was my fated mate.
