First Real Connection and Hidden Secret
1267 Words
Lyra POV
“She’s not a normal Omega.”
The moment Lucien said it, the entire arena went silent. And the craziest part was that it was not regular silence, it was the dangerous kind.
The kind where everybody suddenly became aware of each other’s breathing.
Kael’s expression darkened instantly. “Explain.”
Lucien kept his eyes on me instead of answering him. And somehow, that made the tension worse.
I hated the way they were all looking at me now. They were not looking at me like a girl, they were looking g at me as a problem.
Professor Hale finally stepped forward before things could spiral further.
“That’s enough for today,” he said sharply. “Everyone out.”
Nobody moved immediately. Especially not Kael.His stare stayed fixed on me so intensely it made my chest tighten painfully all over again.
Then Selena touched his arm.
“Come on,” she muttered. “This is getting weird.”
Weird.
Honestly, that was the right word. Because apparently I was throwing people across rooms now.
Darius still hadn’t moved either. He stood beside me with his arms crossed, watching everyone like he was seconds away from starting a fight.
And honestly?
I believed he would.
Zayne broke the tension first with a low whistle.
“Well,” he drawled lazily, “this academy somehow got even messier overnight.”
Nobody laughed.
For once, even he looked serious.
Lucien turned away first, walking toward the exit without another word.
But just before he disappeared through the doors, he glanced back at me one last time.
That look stayed with me long after he left. The look was not about fear, but recognition. Like he knew something I didn’t.
******
I skipped lunch, and dinner. And every class after combat training.
I couldn’t handle another hallway full of whispers or another person staring at me like I’d transformed into something dangerous overnight.
By evening, rain had started falling over Blackthorne Academy, turning the enormous campus cold and gray beneath the storm clouds.
Normally, I loved rain. But, tonight, it only made me feel emptier.
I sat alone behind the old training stadium with my knees pulled against my chest while rainwater soaked slowly through my hoodie.
Nobody came back here anymore because the place had been abandoned years ago after one of the older pack wars damaged part of the structure.
That was exactly why I liked it. No people. No whispers and no rejection videos replaying every five seconds. It was just silence.
I pressed my forehead harder against my knees while tears burned the back of my eyes again.
I was so tired of crying.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Kael’s voice all over again.
You’re weak.
Pathetic.
Completely unworthy of standing beside me.
I thought I’d eventually stop hearing it. Instead, it somehow sounded worse every time I remembered it.
“What exactly are you doing out here?”
I flinched hard.
Darius stood a few feet away beneath the rain, hands shoved into the pockets of his dark hoodie.
I hadn’t even heard him approach.
“You scared me.”
“You’re sitting alone in the rain behind an abandoned stadium,” he replied. “I think we’re past the point where I’m the concerning thing here.”
Despite everything, a small laugh escaped me.
Darius noticed immediately.
“There,” he muttered quietly. “That sound again.”
I frowned slightly. “What sound?”
“That one.” His gaze stayed on me. “Like you forgot how to breathe properly for two days and suddenly remembered.”
My chest tightened unexpectedly. Nobody talked to me like this. Not gently exactly. But… honestly.
Darius walked closer before sitting beside me against the cracked concrete wall.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Rain hammered softly against the metal bleachers nearby.
Then he finally said,
“You need to stop looking at him like he hung the moon.”
My throat tightened instantly.
Darius leaned his head back against the wall before continuing quietly,
“Kael rejected treasure because he was too blind to recognize it.”
Something painful twisted inside my chest.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
“You really don’t.”
Darius turned toward me slowly.
“Then tell me why my wolf nearly lost his mind the second he touched your scent.”
I froze..He noticed. Of course he noticed.
“You keep saying weird things like that.”
“Because this whole situation is weird.”
His eyes moved across my face carefully.
“You smell ancient.”
A chill crawled slowly down my spine.
“What does that even mean?”
Darius hesitated. Then his expression hardened slightly.
“My grandfather used to tell stories about old bloodlines before the northern wars wiped most of them out.”
I stared at him quietly..He continued watching me.
“There were wolves who carried stronger instincts than regular packs. Wolves powerful enough that even Alphas avoided crossing them.”
The rain suddenly felt colder.
“Those bloodlines disappeared generations ago,” I whispered.
“That’s what everyone says.”
My pulse quickened painfully. I didn’t like where this conversation was heading.
Mostly because part of me already knew something had always been wrong with me.
Or different.
I remembered strange things from childhood.
My mother hiding my wrists whenever pack elders visited.
The symbol burned faintly into my skin near my collarbone that Marianne always forced me to cover.
And my eyes…
Sometimes, when my emotions spiraled too far, silver reflected through them unnaturally bright.
Darius was still staring at me.
Then suddenly, his expression changed completely. His body went rigid.
“What?”
He didn’t answer immediately..Instead, he reached toward my face slowly.
My breath caught.
“Your eyes,” he muttered.
Panic slammed into me instantly.
“No.”
I quickly looked away. Darius grabbed my chin gently but firmly, forcing me to face him again. And the second our eyes met…. His breathing stopped.
I knew what he saw.
Silver.
Not ordinary wolf gold.
Not Omega brown.
Silver.
It was bright enough to glow faintly beneath the darkness. Darius stared at me like he’d just seen a ghost.
“Lyra…”
Fear clawed violently through my stomach.
“Don’t.”
“Your eyes are glowing.”
“I know.”
The words came out smaller than I intended. Something shifted inside his expression then. Dangerous protectiveness.
Like every instinct inside him suddenly sharpened around me.
Then his gaze dropped lower, toward my shoulder. Toward the neckline of my soaked hoodie. And suddenly his entire body stiffened again.
“What is that?”
My stomach dropped.
The fabric had slipped slightly, exposing part of the silver marking near my collarbone. The symbol my mother spent years hiding.
I quickly covered it.
But Darius had already seen it. His face lost color.
“No way.”
“What?”
He stood abruptly.
Rain poured harder around us now.
Darius looked genuinely shaken for the first time since I’d met him.
“That symbol…”
My heartbeat became unbearable.
Before he could finish speaking, another voice suddenly cut through the darkness behind us. The voice was old, shaky and terrified.
“Impossible.”
Both of us turned instantly.
An elderly man stood near the broken entrance gates holding a lantern beneath the rain.
One of the academy elders.
His eyes remained locked on me with visible horror. Then his voice cracked as he whispered,
“A Moonfang survived?”
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