Chapter 7 The Night She Almost Died
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The scream tore through the night.
Lyra woke gasping, her heart slamming violently against her ribs.
Something was wrong.
The room was dark—too dark.
The guards Kael had dismissed were gone. The hallway outside her door was silent.
Her wolf stirred uneasily.
Run.
Lyra sat up just as the window shattered inward.
Cold night air rushed into the room.
Three figures dropped inside.
Rogues.
Her breath froze in her throat.
“Quiet,” one of them growled. “We’re only here for the omega.”
Lyra scrambled backward, her back hitting the wall.
“I didn’t do anything to you,” she whispered.
One laughed. “You did by breathing.”
The first rogue lunged.
Pain exploded across her shoulder as claws tore into her flesh.
Lyra screamed.
Silver light burst from her body instinctively, throwing one attacker back—but another slammed her into the floor.
Her head struck hard.
Blood filled her mouth.
“You’re worth a lot,” the rogue snarled, pressing his knee into her chest.
“Dead.”
Lyra’s vision blurred.
I’m going to die.
The ancient voice whispered again — not gently this time.
Choose.
The rogue raised his claws.
And Lyra chose.
The ground beneath the mansion cracked.
A column of moonlight ripped through the room, lifting her off the floor.
The rogues screamed as silver fire burned through them, throwing their bodies against the walls.
One didn’t move again.
The others fled in terror.
Lyra collapsed.
Her body shook violently.
Blood soaked her dress.
She could barely breathe.
Footsteps thundered down the hall.
The door burst open.
Kael.
The sight of her—bloody, broken, barely conscious—shattered something inside him.
“No,” he breathed.
He dropped to his knees beside her, hands hovering helplessly.
“What did I do?” he whispered.
Lyra tried to speak.
Only blood came out.
Kael’s wolf howled in agony.
“She had no guards,” Aiden’s voice roared from the doorway.
“You removed them.”
Kael didn’t deny it.
He gathered Lyra into his arms, ignoring the blood soaking into his clothes.
“Stay with me,” he begged quietly.
“Please.”
Her eyes fluttered open briefly.
“You… don’t get… to beg,” she whispered faintly.
Then she passed out.
The healers arrived too late to hide the truth.
The pack saw the destroyed room.
They saw the dead rogue.
They saw the Alpha kneeling in blood.
And they saw the omega who was no longer weak.
From the shadows, Selene watched in horror.
“She should be dead,” she whispered.
But she wasn’t.
Lyra Vale survived.
And the pack would never look at her the same way again.
Neither would the Alpha who almost lost her.
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