Chapter 10: An Alliance Forged in Fire
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The council chamber had not known peace since Lyra Moonveil walked away.
Stone walls trembled as Kael Blackthorn paced, power leaking from him in sharp waves. The elders watched nervously, careful not to provoke the Alpha King further.
“She is destabilizing the realm,” one elder said carefully. “Packs are sensing her. Borders are weakening.”
Kael stopped.
“She is surviving,” he said coldly. “That is not a crime.”
Another elder rose. “She is Moon-blooded. If she claims followers, the Alpha Throne itself—”
Kael’s eyes flashed gold. “—was never meant to rule alone.”
Silence slammed into the room.
The elders exchanged looks of unease.
Before anyone could speak again, the doors opened.
Rowan Ashfell entered without invitation.
Guards bristled. Power surged.
Kael turned slowly. “You have nerve.”
Rowan shrugged lightly. “You crossed into neutral land first. Consider us even.”
The elders hissed in outrage.
“This is forbidden—”
“Save it,” Rowan said calmly. “We have bigger problems.”
Kael folded his arms. “You took her.”
“I protected her,” Rowan corrected. “From you.”
The words struck true—and both men knew it.
Rowan stepped forward, expression sharpening. “Three factions are moving. Rogue alphas. Exiled bloodlines. Those who want the Moon Throne for themselves.”
Kael stiffened. “You’re sure?”
Rowan nodded once. “They won’t attack you first. They’ll go for Lyra.”
The name settled heavily between them.
Kael exhaled slowly. “Then why are you here?”
Rowan met his gaze evenly. “Because whether we like it or not, she’s the center of this storm. And if we don’t stand on the same side—”
“The realm burns,” Kael finished grimly.
For a long moment, neither spoke.
Then Kael turned to the council. “Leave us.”
Reluctantly, the elders withdrew.
The doors closed.
Two kings stood alone.
“I won’t cage her,” Kael said quietly. “Not again.”
Rowan studied him. “Good. Because she won’t survive being owned.”
Kael nodded once. “Then we protect her without claiming her.”
Rowan’s mouth curved slightly. “An alliance.”
“Temporary,” Kael added.
“Of course.”
They clasped forearms—fire meeting steel.
The room shuddered as their combined power settled.
Miles away, Lyra felt it.
She staggered slightly, breath hitching as two familiar forces aligned—not pulling at her, but circling.
“They’ve chosen,” she murmured.
The sanctuary responded, moon sigils glowing faintly.
Lyra knelt, pressing her palm to the earth.
“Then I must choose too.”
Her wolf rose within her, calm and resolute.
Not alpha.
Not omega.
Something older.
Lyra stood, eyes bright with quiet determination.
If kings were moving for her—
Then she would stop running.
And meet the storm head-on.
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