The White Wolf's Secret: His Unexpected Luna
Chapter 7
Lyra's POV:
I didn't answer Ryker's question with words. Instead, I reached into my backpack and pulled out the flat, black stone.
I held it out to him. "Silas Hawthorne sent me to give you this."
Ryker's head snapped up at the name. He took the stone, his hands unsteady. "Uncle Silas? Is... is he well?" There was a flicker of hope in his voice, the memory of a kind, mysterious man from his childhood.
"His soul has returned to the Goddess," I said softly. "This is his final message."
The hope in Ryker's eyes died, replaced by a deep, hollow sadness. He had not seen his uncle in years, ever since his own family had pushed him to the fringes. Now he never would.
He looked down at the stone, his werewolf senses telling him it held the faint, dried traces of his uncle's blood and spirit.
He knew what he had to do. He nicked his own thumb on a sharp edge of the stone platform and pressed a drop of his blood into the channel.
The stone flared with a brilliant red light. A voice, frail and aged, echoed directly in his mind—a magic only their bloodline could hear.
*"Ryker, my boy. If you are hearing this, then I am gone. Forgive me for not contacting you. It was to protect her."*
Ryker's shocked gaze flew to me. This child was his uncle's ward? His own distant kin?
*"The Little Moon beside you, Lyra, is my apprentice. She is the last of our line. I am entrusting her to you."*
The voice was filled with a weary plea. *"I know your life has been hard, boy. Misunderstood by your pack, stripped of your honor. But that is why you are the safest choice."*
*"Protect her, Ryker. Her existence is more important than you can possibly imagine. By the Goddess's name, I ask you to be her guardian."*
Then came the final, strange warning. *"And... whatever you do... feed her. By all the gods, do not let her go hungry."*
The voice faded. The light in the stone died, leaving it a dull, ordinary rock.
Ryker stood frozen, the weight of the message crashing down on him. Grief, confusion, and a terrifying sense of duty warred on his face.
The crowd was beginning to stir, their shock over Briar's disgrace turning into suspicious whispers about him and me.
Ryker knew we couldn't stay here. He looked at me, this tiny girl who had saved his life only to place this impossible burden in his hands.
He took a deep breath, and his decision was made. He dropped to one knee, bringing himself to my eye level.
His voice was clear and solemn, ringing with newfound purpose. "I, Ryker Blackwood, in the sight of the Moon Goddess, accept the charge of Silas Hawthorne. From this day forward, I will be Lyra's guardian. I will protect her with my life and my soul."
As he spoke the oath, a soft column of silver light descended from the sky, enveloping us both for a brief moment before vanishing. The Goddess had heard. The pact was sealed.
I looked at him, and for the first time, a hint of warmth entered my silver eyes. I gave him a small, single nod.
Ryker stood, his shoulders straighter than they had been in years. He took my small hand in his. It felt warm and solid.
"Let's go," he said.
He ignored the staring faces and pointing fingers of the pack members. He led me away from the platform, his head held high, leaving the place of his shame behind him.
We had taken only a few steps when I stopped. I tugged on his hand.
He looked down, his expression concerned. "What is it?"
I patted my small, flat stomach. "I'm hungry," I stated with the utmost seriousness.
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