NARRATORThe massive midnight-colored she-wolf, streaked with golden locks, sank her teeth viciously into the creature.Anyone would have thought her jaws would pass through nothingness. Brute force against something immaterial was a difficult battle.However, Lyra, like her siblings, was a special being with unique abilities.Aztoria, Lyra’s wolf, tore through the fragments of dark magic and devoured them, absorbing all the specter’s macabre energy—something neither an ordinary wolf nor a common Lycan could process in their body."These sons of bitches are pissing me off! Aahh!" Vicky roared, slashing deep wounds into both palms and pressing them against the ground.Her lips began to chant rapid, incomprehensible spells. The mountain trembled, the forest beneath them stirred.As her father’s daughter and a descendant of the dark prince Zarek, she was calling upon some of his undead to aid them in battle.It seemed the specters’ time was running out.However, that light... dancing in

LYRA"It's not what it looks like, you were hurt and I…" My mind was spinning nonstop, I couldn’t even believe the amount of nonsense I was saying.He just kept looking at me, his frown growing deeper and deeper."What did you see?" His harsh and cold voice suddenly cut through the air."Can you understand what I’m saying?" I replied excitedly, worried he wouldn’t understand me since he hadn’t spoken at all.I tried to get up, to escape from this embarrassing situation, but his calloused hand grabbed my arm tightly."What did you see?" He asked again, his tone sharper and more dangerous this time."Just that you fought that animal and defeated it," I answered, pulling at my arm, though he was my mate, I didn’t like his threatening aura.I didn’t dare confess what I had discovered in his wolf."Can you smell me? You and I…""Shut up," he interrupted suddenly. I had forgotten how rude he could be, but his eyes quickly shifted to a direction, and my instincts also kicked in."Some peop

LYRA"Did the relapse happen in front of that woman? What do you know about her?" My heart started pounding when I heard her mention me.Through the narrow gaps, my eyes watched Drakkar, waiting for his response."No," he said firmly. "She knows nothing. I just found her in the middle of the jungle.""Is that so?" The healer eyed him for a few seconds, distrustful. "It’s fine if she didn’t notice your peculiarity. If she had, it would be a problem, and you’d have to eliminate her.""Miserable old hag. He’s not going to betray us." Aztoria was way too confident in him. Me? Not so much.We were complete strangers to Drakkar. He couldn’t even feel the bond. We had to get close to him, earn his trust."Here’s the medicine." She crushed some leaves in a stone mortar, and I kept my eyes on her, memorizing them.I was grateful for the strong scent of the herbs. It helped my power conceal me."Let it sit and chew it later." She wrapped the paste in a leaf."I don’t have to be an Alpha to know

LYRA Kneeling, I found that throbbing shaft right in front of my face, stiff, the tip swollen with a delicious bead of moisture.I leaned forward, taking it in my closed fist, feeling it pulse under my fingers as I moved my hand up and down, giving him a pleasurable massage.Excited hisses sounded above my head.My mouth watered, and I leaned in to take in the scent of the tip, as spicy and wild as he was."Let me taste it, mmmm, put it in your mouth." Aztoria urged me to commit madness.I parted my lips and stuck out my tongue, my hand still moving up and down.I circled the reddened head in a soft caress, licked the slit, slipping the slick tip into the opening, gasping with lust, looking up into his deep eyes, fixed on my act.Under his watchful gaze, I started sucking on the mushroomed head.Lewd and shameless, sinful sounds escaped my lips as I took him deeper and deeper into my throat.I loved the honest response of his body, stiff, unsure what to do, but growing harder and mor

LYRA"If you soak it in hot water, the feathers come off more easily," I said, grabbing a wooden bowl and dipping it into the boiling water.I crouched in front of him, showing how easy it was to pluck the feathers without tearing off half the bird in the process."This way, you don’t have to use so much force. Then you quickly pass a burning twig over it to singe the tough hairs… see?" I lifted my head, locking eyes with that midnight gaze.My cheeks warmed slightly from the closeness and the way he focused on me."You could hurt your hands. I’ll do it," he suddenly said, taking the bird from me and checking my fingers.My heart swelled with sweetness, and I had the urge to kiss him, but I was too embarrassed to be so clingy this early in the morning.The animal turned out to have more meat than I expected, weighing several kilos. My mind raced with ways to make it delicious, but resources here were scarce."I’m going to the river to clean it and get rid of the guts—unless you eat th