Shadow -Bound

tress was a calculated performance,

that was undoubtedly paste, she was the epitome of the Prophecy Bride the one destined to sav

nd a deep, abiding cynicism for anything labeled "destiny." Lyra wasn't meant to save the Sunst

y, the expensive

around the single, colossal Sunstone Crystal that pulsed with faint, dying lig

the reception was crushing. This was not

taircase. He was younger than the rumors suggested,

esence didn't radiate raw power; it radiated tensi

stepped onto the polished stone.Act the part. Be fragile. Be holy. Lyra took a

Scroll foretells the arrival of the Unmarked One, who carries the lost l

attoo; she was a rogue. She carried "lost light" because she had a small, unique

ed his hand, not in greeting, but in ceremonial claim. This touch was sup

ad, the failing Sunstone Crystal above them-which usually pulsed a

The prophecy had failed.Kaelen's expression never faltered. He squeezed her

ly convincing. "The Peak accepts your presence."He pulled her

ride, Rogue Lyra. You are my crisis. Now, smile for the elders, or I will hand you to my uncle to be judged a false prophet-and he will be very interested in the methods of your deceit."Lyra felt the blood freeze in her veins. Her brilliant plan had been see

iracy, Kaelen wasn't just an Alpha he w

cost her half a pack of gold to perfect. She squeezed hi

her voice honeyed and low, "I l

ating a Luna; she was trapped in a mutual decep