Chapter5
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The man from the woods had a presence so calm yet commanding; he filled space, making her hyperaware of every sound and shadow around her.
He added in a casual tone, "Like I said earlier, I thought you weren't going to come," yet his black eyes flashed with relief.
With a reserved tone, Lyra remarked, "I don't even know why I'm here."
The man smirked, leaning against the brick wall as if he owned the city. “Because you’re smart enough to know that running blindly only gets you so far. And Valen? It’s a jungle, darling. You’ll need more than instincts to survive here.”
Lyra crossed her arms, bristling at his confidence. “You’ve been following me since the woods. Why? Who are you?”
“Call me Darius,” he said smoothly, straightening up and extending a hand.
Lyra ignored it. “That’s not an answer.”
Darius chuckled, dropping his hand. “Fair enough. I’m someone who sees value where others don’t. And you, Lyra Solenne, are brimming with it.”
Her wolf stirred uneasily at the way he said her name, as if he’d known it all along. “You know who I am?”
“Of course,” he said. “Rejected mate of Kieran Draven, the ever-pragmatic alpha of the Silverclaw Pack.” He gave a low whistle. “That couldn’t have been easy.”
Lyra's mouth clenched. "What are you looking for from me?"
Darius took a step forward, his voice becoming almost inaudible. “Not what I want. What you want. Freedom? Revenge? A purpose? I can offer you all of it.”
Her instincts screamed at her to walk away, but something in his gaze—sharp and calculating—held her in place. He wasn’t lying. He believed in whatever he was saying.
“Why?” she demanded. “Why would you care about helping me?”
For the first time, she noticed a glimmer of something human beneath the polished veneer when a shadow passed across Darius's face. "Let's just say that I wish to change the status quo for a few reasons. Kieran is foolish for letting you go, but we might benefit from his loss.
“Our?”
Darius’s smile returned, sly and confident. “Let’s just say I’m not acting alone. My pack has been... watching Silverclaw for a while now. Waiting for the right opportunity to tip the scales. And you, Lyra, might just be that opportunity.”
Lyra felt her stomach turn. The thought of being valued after feeling so abandoned was enticing, even if she didn't want to be anyone's pawn.
"Why do you think I could help you?" She asked, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.
“Because,” Darius said, leaning in slightly, "you’re not the type to roll over and let someone else dictate your fate. You have power, Lyra. All you need is someone to assist you in releasing it"
Something she had buried for a long time was awakened by the term "power." She had always desired that, hadn't she? To be seen as more than just a bond? To be more than what others decided for her?
Darius stepped back, allowing her to catch her breath. "You don't need to make a choice right now. Consider it. Although Valen is a dangerous place, there are a lot of opportunities there. I can show you how to make a life for yourself if you want to. There are no conditions."
She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t believe in no strings.”
His grin widened. “Smart girl.” He gave her a little piece of paper with an address written in bold pen on it. "Come find me when you're ready."
Lyra was left alone in the alley as Darius turned and vanished into the darkness.
Her pulse thumping, she gazed at the document. This was no longer only a matter of survival. This had to do with decisions—decisions she never imagined making.
One concern lingered in her mind as she slipped the address into her pocket: What is in it for him?
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