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The moment the name escaped the stranger's lips, the tension in the room shifted. Lyra’s heart hammered in her chest, her pulse racing like it might burst from her ribcage. She blinked, her gaze darting to the doorway, half-expecting it to be a cruel illusion, some trick of her weary mind. But it wasn’t.

Standing in the doorway, framed by the dim light of the hallway, was Torin — the one who had once been her protector, her hope. Her mate.

His tall, broad figure filled the space, his dark hair tousled and wild, his sharp eyes burning with the kind of intensity that could melt stone. Torin’s presence radiated an undeniable power, an authority that even Raegar seemed to momentarily cower under. The room seemed to grow colder, the very air thickening with the weight of their history.

“Torin…” Lyra’s voice was a hoarse whisper as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. She had thought him gone, lost to the world, swept away by the tides of their broken pack. But here he was. The Lycan King, her mate, the one who had once promised to protect her from the torment of this life.

Raegar, however, was not so moved by the sudden appearance. His jaw tightened, eyes flashing with fury as he turned toward Torin. "What are you doing here?" he snarled, his hands clenched at his sides. "This is none of your concern. You left, Torin. You chose to abandon us."

Torin stepped further into the room, his gaze never leaving Raegar's. His voice was as cold as the wind howling outside the walls. "I left because I had to. But don’t mistake my absence for weakness. You’ve taken something that was never yours to claim, Raegar."

Lyra flinched at the weight of Torin’s words. She had known him to be a man of honor, of strength. He had once been the Alpha before his exile, the one who had shown her kindness in the cruelest of times.

But now, there was no trace of the softness she remembered in his demeanor. Torin had returned with a vengeance, a fire that burned brighter than the hatred in Raegar’s eyes.

Raegar’s lips curled into a mocking smile.

"You speak as if you still hold any power here. You are nothing. You’re a shadow of the wolf you once were. The pack doesn't need you anymore. It never did."

Torin’s expression remained unfazed, as though Raegar’s words didn’t even register. He turned his gaze to Lyra then, and the air between them seemed to crackle. She could feel it — the bond, the connection that had once been so strong, now lying dormant, waiting for the right moment to reignite.

"Lyra," Torin murmured his voice a low growl that held the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. "I’m here to take you home."

Home. The word felt foreign on her tongue, but it sent a ripple of warmth through her broken heart. Could this be happening? Could the life she had longed for, the one she had dreamed of every night beneath the moon, still be within her reach?

"Home…" she echoed softly, but the fear gripped her once more. "But Raegar—"

Torin held up a hand, silencing her. "Raegar is nothing more than a tyrant, Lyra. You don’t belong here. You never did."

Raegar's nostrils flared as he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fury. "You think you can just waltz back in here and claim her like she’s some prize to be won?" He laughed bitterly, stepping closer to Torin. "You’re a fool if you think I’ll let you take her."

Lyra’s heart beat faster as the tension between the two men built. Raegar had always been cruel, and manipulative. But Torin—he was a force of nature, a king who had once ruled with compassion and wisdom.

Now, he was a shadow of the man she had once known, hardened by the years of exile, battle, and loss. He was ready to fight for her, but was she ready to fight with him?

She took a hesitant step forward, her voice trembling. "Torin... I don’t know if I can leave. I can’t leave them all behind." The thought of abandoning the pack, even one as broken and cruel as this one, twisted her stomach into knots.

She had lived this life for so long, endured so much, that she didn’t know how to walk away.

Torin’s gaze softened, just for a moment. "You don’t have to save them, Lyra. You need to save yourself."