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I stood there,pletely shocked, staring at the warrior who had dropped to one knee,
showing me full respect and calling me ‘Your Majesty‘. I nced over at Elias, feeling really confused by the whole situation. After that first warrior knelt, several others seemed to
realize something too, and they began doing the same, bowing and showing reverence.
“Elias,” I said softly, as my heart started to beat a bit faster. I wasn’t used <i>to </i>having so much.
attention directed at me. He hurried upstairs to me and wrapped his arm <i>around </i>my
shoulders, trying to calm me down.
“It’s okay. I’m here with you,” he said, gently rubbing my arms, which helped me rx just a
little.
“What’s happening?” I asked, still puzzled.
“I have no clue,” he admitted, equally confused. Then a woman from the crowd stepped
forward, bowing her head toward me, just like I would, and handed a book to Alpha Elias.
The book looked as old as the one Elias had given me before. He showed me the front cover:
‘Heritage of the Werewolf Royal Family.‘ We exchanged confused looks again.
Elias excused us as we moved inside, and I held the book in my hands, eager to start reading
it first. Maybe it would exin why they were addressing me as ‘Your Majesty.‘ I sat on the
couch with the book in myp.
Elias made two coffees, ced them on the coffee table, and sat in the chair beside me so
we could read it together. He was just as confused as I was, wanting to understand what the
book contained and why his warriors acted like that around me.
The book began with the original Royal Family–the Gaelic family, Irish in origin, who left
Irnd in the 1400s and settled in Europe. It described every family member. The King and
Queen back then were considered the strongest andrgest wolves in the world. They had
ten children, and a family tree was included. As I skimmed through, I noticed multiple family
trees, so I started reading from the beginning.
There were detailed sketches showing what the King and Queen looked like in wolf form-rge, magnificent beasts to be respected. The drawings depicted them in battle, painted by a
talented artist who showed the battlefield with the King and Queen at its center. They were
clearly winning. No one could defeat them. They were unbeatable.
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After reading a few chapters, a headache started to build. The book was massive, covering the lives of the entire royal family, including all ten children. We decided to stop after a while
since I needed a break.
“Do you need to go sort out that fight your warriors had outside?” I asked.
“No, it’s been handled. The moment they saw you, they stopped fighting andpletely
forgot what the argument was about,” Elias said with a smirk.
“d I could help,” I replied, and he chuckled softly.
Did they really believe I was actually part of the royal family? That idea seemedpletely impossible and didn’t make any sense to me at all. There was absolutely no way my father had any connection to royalty because if he did, he would have been loudly boasting about it
to everyone around him. There was no chance he would have kept such an important fact so
quietly hidden. But then, I began to think more carefully about my mother instead. Could it be that my mother was the one with royal blood? Could she have been the person who passed down that powerful lineage to me? I wasn’t sure at all. But if that was true, then my mother must have been an incredible woman with immense strength. Yet, if she was truly that
strong, how could she have died giving birth to me? It didn’t seem to add up–she should
have been stronger than that and survived.
Just then, our thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Elias stood up
and went to answer it, inviting Luke toe inside without hesitation.
“I’m sorry to interrupt you both. I know you probably have a lot on your minds right now,” Luke
said quietly but respectfully.
“That’s okay,” I replied, trying to sound calm despite everything.
“Alpha, I’vepiled a list of the warriors I think would be best suited for each of the
different missions that havee our way,” Luke exined carefully. He and Elias went over
to the kitchen table and began looking through the list together, discussing the best options
for each task.
Meanwhile, I went to Elias’s office and found some nk paper along with pencils and colored pencils. I opened the ancient book to the page where the King and Queen were shown in the middle of a fierce battlefield, fighting courageously. I began carefully tracing the beautiful picture onto the paper in front of me. The image was breathtaking, and I felt
strongly that it didn’t belong hidden away in some dusty, forgotten book. These wolves were the best and most powerful warriors of their time, and I wanted to honor them by making
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sure their memory lived on through my drawing.
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After Luke had left, Elias came into the office and noticed what I was doing. He smiled
warmly at me, clearly impressed.
“I’ll make sure we get a nice frame for that picture the next time we go into town,” Elias said,
admiring the drawing I was coloring with as much detail as possible. I had tried to replicate
every shading and expression perfectly, especially the pain on the faces of the other wolves
in battle.
“Is there anything you can’t do? That looks absolutely amazing,” he said, watching me lift the
drawing into the light to inspect it more closely.
“I’m struggling a bit to get the shading just right,” I admitted, still studying the picture
carefully.
“That doesn’t matter at all. To me, it’s perfect already,<i>” </i>Elias reassured me with a kind smile.
But even with his encouragement, I couldn’t shake the many questions and doubts swirling in
my mind. I had no idea what any of this meant or how it could possibly rte to me. My
thoughts were already racing uncontrobly after everything that had happened since I left
my father’s side–and now this unexpected revtion. How on earth was I supposed to
process all of it when I didn’t even know where to begin?
“Have you figured out what you’re going to do with the prisoners yet?” I asked, trying to sound
casual while looking back at my drawing.
“Well, we’re still questioning the intruder thoroughly. As for Lenore, I haven’t made a final
decision yet. I’m still thinking it over carefully,” Elias admitted honestly. I nodded, understanding the difficulty of the situation.
We then moved into the living room where Elias put on another movie. I rested my head
against the armrest and soon drifted off to sleep again, exhausted because I hadn’t gotten
much rest the previous night.
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I found myself standing in a vast, sunlit meadow. It was breathtaking, filled with wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze, their vibrant colors painting thendscape all around me. Nearby, a sereneke mirrored the sky, and a waterfall cascaded down rocks with a soothing roar. Drawn to the water, I slowly approached and peered into the clear surface. But the reflection staring back was unfamiliar. It was me–yet not the me I knew. This version of
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myself wasn’t thin or starved. Instead, I looked healthy, strong, even beautiful. I could hardly believe the image before me.
“Hello, Lyra,” a calm voice spoke behind me. I spun around quickly to see a woman standing there. She had light brown hair, much like mine, but her eyes were a deep, warm brown.
“Hello,” I replied simply, my voice barely above a whisper.
“You don’t know who I am?” she asked gently.
“No,” I said honestly, my eyes fixed on her as if she were the most breathtaking woman I had
everid eyes on.
“My name is Rowan,” she said softly, her gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before
returning to me. When she saw the sudden change in my expression, her eyes softened even
more.
“Mom,” I choked out, the word barely escaping my lips.
“Yes, sweetheart,” she said with a tender smile. I ran into her arms, hugging her tightly, and
she squeezed me back just as fiercely.
I knew this was only a dream, but I didn’t want to let go. I didn’t want to wake up from this
moment of purefort. I was finally in my mother’s embrace–the one thing I had longed
for my entire life.
“Lyra, you need to listen to me carefully. You’re in danger,<i>” </i>she warned, her voice urgent yet
gentle. “Your father ising for you.”
“Why?” I asked, confusion flooding me. “My father hates me.”
“He needs you. He needs your power,” she admitted quietly.
“I don’t have any power. I’m nothing special,” I protested, feeling lost.
“No, Lyra, You are everything special. That’s exactly why he kept you, not me. I was trying to escape and take you with me, but he wouldn’t allow it,” she confessed with sadness in her
eyes.
“You died giving birth to me,” I said softly.
“No, sweetheart. I didn’t,” she replied firmly. “Your father needs you, and he will find you. He’ll do whatever it takes to get you back. You must stay close to your Alpha. He will protect you. Your father will stop at nothing.” She cupped my face in her hands, and I leaned into her
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touch, savoring every second of it, desperate to remember this moment forever.
“Did my father kill you?” I asked, voice trembling.
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She looked at me with gentle, sorrowful eyes. “He had to, if he wanted to keep you. If he
couldn’t have me, then he needed you. You carry the bloodline. Don’t waste it. And remember,
I will always love you.” She hugged me once more, but then she began to fade away, slipping
right out of my arms. I felt tears welling up and started to cry uncontrobly.
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nearby, but I immediately began to sob. He rushed over and knelt down in front of me.
“Lyra<i>, </i>what is it? Another nightmare?” he asked, concern etched on his face.
I shook my head, struggling to catch my breath. “My mother… I saw my mother,” I choked out through tears. “I didn’t kill her. He did.” I grabbed Elias’s shirt tightly and pulled him close, burying my face against him as the sobs shook my body.
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