Slayer 20_The Warrior's Broken Mate

Lyra’s POV

 When the clock hit midnight on what I didn’t even realize was my sixteenth birthday, I opened my eyes and found myself standing alone in the forest.

 I had no idea how I’d gotten there. Thest thing I could recall was Lenore attacking me at

 Elias’s house. I could faintly remember being in a hospital, but nothing beyond that. My

 hands instinctively went to my stomach, and I looked down–it wasn’t as bony as it had been. It was still rtively t, but at least my ribs didn’t stick out like they used to. Somehow, I’d put on a bit of weight. How was that even possible? How long had I been lying in that hospital bed? And the dress I was wearing–it was white, flowing, absolutely beautiful, and

 the way it moved with the breeze made me feel like I was floating. I looked around and

 realized it was deep into the night. The full moon glowed high above me in the sky, and yet I

 had no memory of walking into the forest.

 I looked down at myself again and could feel something was off. I didn’t feel frail anymore.

 When I checked my hair, it looked thick and full and glossy. For a moment, I truly thought I

 might have died–that maybe I was in some kind of afterlife. Because this wasn’t how I ever

 looked or felt when I was human. I felt alive in a way I never had before. Strong, capable, even

 powerful.

 “Yep. That’s my doing,” said a voice suddenly, catching me off guard, and

 trying to locate where it came from.

 “Who’s there?” I called, confused.

 I spun around,

 “You’re never going to find me that way,” the voice said again, yfully taunting me. I froze for a moment and then tilted my head up toward the moon.

 “Oh my god,” I whispered in disbelief.

 “That’s right. I’m in your head. You’re stuck with me now. No getting rid of me, not ever,” she replied with amusement.

 “What’s your name?” I asked, still stunned.

 “Noir. It’s nice to finally meet you, Lyra. I’m your wolf,” she said, full of bright, vibrant energy. and I could actually feel her moving inside my mind.

 “I have a wolf,” I repeated, more to myself than anyone else.

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 “Exactly. And you better hope we get along, because otherwise, it’s going to be miserable life for both of us,” she said, making meugh a little. I already liked her. She was cheerful, full of life, and strangelyforting. I had a feeling I actually needed someone like

 her in my life.

 I nced down at my body again, still unable to wrap my head around how much I had changed. I had a wolf now, so that meant I wasn’t dead. But how could I have transformed

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 this drastically in less than a single day?

 “I can answer that for you,” a calm voice said from behind me, and I turned around to see two

 women standing there. I recognized Rowan instantly. Both of them were wearing dresses

 simr to mine. Rowan’s was a soft, pale blue, and the other woman’s was a stunning gold.

 They were absolutely gorgeous. Breathtaking, even.

 “Mom,” I said, barely able to speak.

 “Hello, Lyra. You did it,” she said, her voice warm and proud..

 “I did what?” I asked,pletely lost, ncing between the two women.

 “You made it to your sixteenth birthday. You stayed strong. You survived,” my mother said

 gently. But I was still staring at the other woman. She was smiling at me with the same pride

 my mother had. I had never seen her before, but I just knew who she was the moment I

 looked at her.

 “Isolde,” I breathed, shocked.

 “Yes, my dear,” she answered without breaking her serene smile. I didn’t know what I was

 supposed to do in that moment, but I knew she deserved the utmost respect. So I lowered

 my head and bowed. She was the Moon Goddess–the highest being in all of werewolf

 existence. Showing one’s neck to someone of higher rank was the greatest sign of respect,

 and right now, that’s all I could think to offer.

 I stood there in silence, overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to say or how to act. I was face to face with the Moon Goddess herself. My thoughts were a total mess.

 She was sacred to every werewolf alive. Why would someone as divine as here directly to me? I wasn’t special. I wasn’t anything.

 “That’s not true, Lyra. You are far from nothing” Isolde said gently, and it hit me then–she could hear every one of my thoughts. I stared at her, speechless, unsure if I even needed to speak aloud. If she could already hear my thoughts, what was the point of saying anything? <fnd0eb> Read full story at FιndＮovel</fnd0eb>

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 “Lyra, all of this was always meant to happen the moment you turned sixteen. No matter how

 hard

 your father tried to crush you,” my mother told me, her voice firm but warm.

 “So… that’s the reason he tried to keep me locked up. Or maybe even tried to kill me,” I said

 slowly, realization sinking in.

 “Exactly. He needed to make sure you never learned to use your power. He wanted to be the only one with control over it. And thest thing he would ever want is that power ending up with the Vanguards,” she exined, her expression grave.

 “Mom… did Dad kill you? Or was that just something I dreamed?” I asked, uncertain whether I

 wanted to know the answer.

 “It was a dream, but one that showed the truth. I had to make sure you saw it. I needed you to

 understand that it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t kill me, Lyra. And even if I had died that way, I

 would never me you for it,” she said tenderly.

 “How old was I when it happened?” I asked quietly.

 “You were only a few months old. But Lyra, that detail doesn’t matter right now. There are more urgent things we need to exin to you,” she said, her tone shifting to something more

 serious.

 “What is it?” I asked. I noticed them exchange a look, and the tension between them told me whatever wasing next, it was important–and something I’d have to do alone. I looked between them, waiting for them to speak.

 “You have to stop your father,” my mother said, her voice steady with determination.

 “What’s he trying to do?” I asked, hesitant, almost afraid to hear the answer. I knew my father’s cruelty too well. If he was truly nning something, it had to be terrifying.

 “He intends to change the fate of every werewolf on Earth. And not for the better,” Isolde answered grimly.

 “Can’t you tell me exactly what he’s nning?” I asked, hoping for more rity.

 “I’m afraid we can’t. That’s all we’re allowed to say. You simply need to stop him, Lyra. Prevent him from ever harming anyone again,” she replied firmly.

 I could feel my heart pounding violently in my chest as they spoke. Fear twisted inside me. This was the man who had tormented me for fifteen long years, who had broken me piece by piece. And now I was supposed to stop him? I wasn’t sure I could.

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 “We believe in you. We know you can do it. You’re the only one who can,” Isolde said with

 conviction.

 “But how? I mean… I know I have a wolf now, but that’s not enough. He has one too. And if he

 sees me, he’ll kill me without hesitation,” I said, my voice trembling.

 “You need to be extremely careful. We never said this would be easy or safe. But you have

 time to prepare, and you need to use every bit of it,” my mom said, her gaze serious.

 “I will. I promise I won’t fail you. I won’t let either of you down,” I said. My mother stepped

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 forward and wrapped me in a warm embrace.

 “Your warrior has found you,” she whispered softly in my ear. Then she stepped back beside Isolde, and in the blink of an eye, they both vanished.

 I stood there, staring at the empty space where they had just stood, unmoving, overwhelmed,

 until a sudden snap of a twig behind me brought me back to the present. I turned around

 slowly and saw Eliasing toward me, a strange expression on his face.

 He clearly recognized me, but he could also see something had changed. Something drastic

 had happened to me–something that had shifted overnight, or maybe in even less time than

 that. And when the wind shifted direction, his scent hit me, and Noir immediately started to

 stir inside my head.

 “Mate, mate, mate,” Noir chanted, her voice wild with excitement. I felt my feet moving

 toward him, slowly but surely.

 He seemed unsure about what he was seeing, but it didn’t make him retreat. I had been afraid

 that what happened to me might scare him off, but it didn’t seem to.

 When I got close enough to him, I said, “Mate,” and the way his face lit up told me everything I

 needed to know. He was thrilled that I recognized him as mine. I leaned forward and gave

 him a soft kiss. That’s when I noticed the warriors beginning to disperse. And then Elias

 kissed me again, this time more urgently, more possessively.

 “Come on. Let’s go home,” he said, turning around and wrapping an arm around my waist. Together, we started walking back through the forest, heading toward the town.

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