Chapter 37: The Memory That Was Not Hers
The word You did not fade. It stayed. Hanging in the air like something unfinished. Lyra Vale stood still. Too still. Her breath slowed—not because she was calm, but because something inside her had gone quiet. Too quiet. Kael Draven noticed immediately. “Lyra…” he said carefully. “Talk to me.” But she didn’t answer. Because the moment the Alpha said You— Something cracked inside her mind. Not pain. Recognition. A memory that wasn’t fully formed. ⸻ A white chamber. Not the core room. Older. Cleaner. Empty except for light. A voice speaking. Not cruel. Not kind. Controlled. “She will adapt.” Another voice answered. “And if she doesn’t?” A pause. Then: “Then we rewrite what she is.” ⸻ Lyra gasped. Her knees almost gave out. Kael caught her instantly. “Lyra!
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