Chapter2
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Lyra walked quickly and unevenly through the thick woodland. The air was fresh and smelled of pine and moist dirt, but she barely noticed it. She was aware that she needed to leave, but she was clueless about her destination. She couldn't remove the rejection without making it worse because it had been like a dagger to her chest. The forest's shadows intertwined in a ballet of uncertainty as it spread in all directions. Pale, dappled patterns appeared on the ground as moonlight streamed through the trees. Even though the woods were alive with the sound of leaves rustling and the occasional cry from a distance, Lyra's attention was fixed on Kieran's words.
“You’re not what I need. You’re not strong enough to lead beside me.”
Her nails dug into her palms as she went, her fists tensed. The harshness in his voice had shattered her, but she had never expected to be wanted, at least not in the way the link required. He hadn't even thought twice.
Lyra stumbled over a root, nearly falling, and let out a frustrated growl. Her wolf stirred faintly within her, restless and confused. It was unusual for her wolf to be so quiet, but then again, she wasn’t sure either of them had fully processed what had happened.
Lyra stopped next to a brook and bent over to cup the cool water. She was astonished to see her reflection in the rippled surface. She could hardly identify the lady staring back at her, her face pallid with fatigue, her auburn hair wild and knotted, her golden eyes dull.
She splashed water on her face and mumbled to herself, "How pitiful."
The silence lasted only a moment. A faint, hardly inaudible sound entered her ears. Sharpening her senses, Lyra straightened.
She wasn't by herself.
"Do you intend to run indefinitely?" a deep voice yelled.
When the stranger from earlier emerged from the tree shadows, Lyra whirled abruptly and her gaze narrowed. His piercing eyes met hers with a chilling intensity, and his dark hair cascaded loosely over his shoulders.
"You again," she said.
He held up his hands in a peace sign, but his smirk showed that he was laughing. "Don't appear so shocked.”
She did not draw her dagger, but her fingers jerked toward it. "What are you looking for?"
"To make a recommendation," he said with ease, taking a step forward. "You're running aimlessly and squandering your energy. You lack purpose and direction.
"I've got a plan," she yelled. "To leave this place as far away as possible."
The man's laugh was rich and low. And where are you going to end up? The woods? A lonely death on the fringes of some forgotten territory? Lyra, you're more intelligent than that.
The sound of her name on his lips made her breath catch.
""How did you come to know me?"
As though considering how much to reveal, he inclined his head. “To put it simply, your reputation comes before you. It's difficult to ignore your story.”
Lyra tightened her jaw. "Save your breath if you're here to boast."
His tone softened as he replied, "I'm not here to gloat." "I'm here to give you an option."
"What sort of option is it?"
His presence was commanding but not intrusive as he took a step closer. “Join me. Someone like you would be very helpful to my pack.”
Lyra gave a sour laugh. "Your pack? For what reason would I exchange one pack for another? particularly one headed by a person like you.”
His grin vanished, to be replaced by a grave look. "Because I perceive things that others do not. Lyra, you underestimate your strength. And people who walk alone don't fare well in our world."
She paused as his comments touched a nerve she hadn't anticipated. Even though she was determined to go and go her own way, she was unable to deny the reality of what he stated.
Eventually, she said, "I don't trust you."
"You don't have to," he said in a composed tone. However, remember that you are at a turning point in your life. Survival is the goal of one road, and you know where the other one leads.
The parchment in Lyra's pocket was touched by her hand. Unwilling to acknowledge her curiosity, she had hardly looked at it since he had given it to her. "What if I say no?"
His smirk reappeared as he shrugged. “I'll wish you luck after that. But keep in mind that I'm giving you more than simply security. I'm giving you the opportunity to grow into something better.”
He turned and started to go before she could reply, his body disappearing into the darkness. He called over his shoulder, "If you decide, you'll find me." "Valen is hard to miss."
For a long time, Lyra stood there with her heart thumping in her chest. Now the woodland seemed eerily silent, as if it were holding its breath.
Valen.
The name, full of peril and promise, echoed in her mind.
The days that followed were filled with travel. Lyra trusted her senses to guide her across the wild woods, avoiding roads and populated areas. She hunted infrequently, her hunger numbened by the burden of her mind.
She didn't want to acknowledge how deeply Kieran's rejection had hurt her. Not only did their relationship end, but she also realized that she had attached her value to a person who only considered her as a pawn in his political scheme.
Her mind kept returning to the stranger. She was unnerved by his remarks, not because they were bold, but rather because they had a kernel of truth. She was worn out by the time she got to the edge of Valen. The metropolis was not what she had anticipated; it was a vast urban environment with a skyline dominated by both old stone towers that appeared to stand the test of time and contemporary skyscrapers. With a mix of supernatural beings and humans going about their daily lives, the streets were alive with activity.
As she navigated the busy market section, Lyra lowered her hood to blend in with the crowd. The aroma of roasted meats and spices permeated the air, and she could hear people talking. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on began when she arrived in Valen. She just had a hazy feeling of purpose and the eerie echo of the stranger's words—no allies, no plan.
Behind her, a voice said, "Lyra Solenne."
Her brows narrowed as she turned and saw a figure resting carelessly against a stone pillar. The stranger who had handed her the parchment was him.
His lips curled into a smug smirk as he replied, "I was starting to think you wouldn't come."
Lyra crossed her arms, irritated by her weariness. "Refrain from flattering oneself. I'm not here to support you."
His face remained unwavering. “Yes, but you're present. And that's sufficient.”
For the time being, Lyra pondered, uncertain of what she had just entered or if she would later regret it.
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