Evaline:
I flipped the page with a quiet sense of anticipation, my fingers already tingling as I prepared to read more of Lyssara’s journey.
I was genuinely excited this ti - not just curious, not just hungry for answers, but... sothing deeper. Lyssara wasn’t just the third divine healer of the Silver Wolf Pack. She was the first woman to ever carry that title.
If anyone could offer a perspective I hadn’t yet found in Aurelion’s pages, it would be her.
I barely had ti to let that thought settle when a soft knock sounded against my bedroom door.
The sound pulled my attention away from the book instantly, my gaze lifting toward the door as I said, "Co in."
I already knew who it was.
The mate bond humd gently in my chest, warm and familiar, even before the door opened.
Oscar stepped inside.
He was already showered, his hair still slightly damp, dressed in a simple black set of night pajamas that sohow managed to make him look both relaxed and unfairly attractive. His presence alone shifted the atmosphere of the room... calr, warr, safer.
His gaze imdiately dropped to the massive book resting on my lap, recognition flickering in his eyes. He paused just inside the doorway instead of heading straight for the bed like he usually did, his posture hesitant.
"Did I interrupt you?" he asked quietly.
The concern in his voice made my heart soften.
I shook my head quickly. "No. Not at all. Co here."
He still hesitated, clearly torn between wanting to be close to and not wanting to disturb whatever fragile focus I had carved out tonight. I patted the empty space beside on the bed, smiling at him.
"Really," I said. "Co."
That finally did it.
Oscar closed the door behind him and walked over, climbing onto the bed with careful movents. He settled beside , close but not intrusive, and what struck most was that his gaze never once drifted toward the book. It stayed on my face, as if I was the important thing here... not the centuries-old secrets sitting between us.
I swallowed past the unexpected emotion that rose in my throat.
"I want to read a little more," I told him softly. "If you don’t mind resting here."
His answer was imdiate, instinctive.
"Of course I don’t mind."
He slid under the blanket, his warmth pressing into my side as one of his arms snaked around my waist. I was still sitting upright, but he fit against easily, burying his face against my side and the pillows with a quiet sigh that told he had been more exhausted than he let on.
Once he was comfortable, once his breathing evened out and his presence beca a steady, grounding weight, I turned my attention back to the book.
I took a breath.
And began to read.
The shift in tone was imdiate.
Unlike Aurelion, who had written with the careful detachnt of soone recording history, Lyssara wrote like she was pouring her soul onto the page. Like the book wasn’t ant for future generations at all, but for herself. A place to anchor her thoughts before they swallowed her whole.
Her first entry had been raw, emotional, brimming with shock and disbelief at how her life had changed overnight. Becoming divine healer. Being summoned by the Alpha. Being handed a book that carried secrets.
But as I started reading her second entry, my breath caught.
I blinked once.
Twice.
And then my heart skipped so hard I had to pause reading altogether.
Lyssara wrote about finding her fated mates.
I slowly lifted my gaze from the page, staring blankly at the wall ahead as the words sank in.
She had found them barely a month after her healing power awakened.
Not one.
But two.
I looked back down, my fingers tightening around the edges of the page.
Her mates were the pack’s beta and his younger brother.
Lyssara wrote how, even four centuries ago, it was rare. Almost unheard of. A female mated to two wolves... both powerful, both deeply rooted in the pack’s leadership.
The way she described it made my chest ache.
She wrote about the pull she felt the first ti she stood near them, about how her knees nearly gave out when the bond snapped into place. About the confusion and disbelief that followed... wondering if she was imagining things, if the Moon Goddess had made a mistake.
She hadn’t even known such a bond was possible.
Lyssara described how the beta had gone pale when he realized, how his younger brother had laughed in disbelief before the bond slamd into him just as fiercely. How they all had been stunned into silence.
But the bond didn’t care.
It never did.
I felt Oscar shift slightly against , his arm tightening around my waist as if he sensed the change in my emotions even without knowing why.
My chest felt... tight.
Warm.
Lyssara didn’t shy away from her emotions on the page. She wrote about joy - pure, overwhelming joy - about feeling wanted for the first ti in her life. Chosen. Cherished. Not because of her power, not because of her sudden importance, but because of who she was.
She also wrote about fear.
Fear of losing herself. Fear of being pulled in too many directions at once. Fear that she wasn’t strong enough to carry all of it... the healing power, the pack’s expectations, and the bonds tying her heart to two people.
Her second entry ended with a line that made my throat close.
I do not know where to focus my heart. On learning the power that saved my life... or on learning the n who now hold it.
I exhaled shakily, my vision blurring for just a second.
The parallels were impossible to ignore.
I wasn’t just reading history anymore.
I was reading sothing dangerously close to my own reflection.
A female divine healer.
Multiple mates.
Confusion. Overwhelm. Joy tangled with fear.
Four centuries apart, yet sohow... the sa story repeating itself.
And for the first ti since I had opened the record book, a realization settled deep in my bones... quiet, heavy, and impossible to ignore.
This book wasn’t just ant to teach how to use my power.
It was ant to remind that I wasn’t alone.
That others had walked this path before .
And that, no matter how impossible it felt right now, they had survived it too.
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