The Lunar Queen Chapter 52

Lyric POV

It’s been almost a week since we found out about the locked faction magic and me being a witch. I don’t know anything about being a witch , and the more I think about it, the more it feels like I’m standing on the edge of something I don’t understand and can’t control.

I’m standing in our room, looking at myself in the mirror, when Cole comes up behind me.

“You okay, my Queen?” he says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my mark.

“Yeah, everything is just a lot and it makes me worried for the pups,” I say , my eyes lingering on my reflection a second longer, like I’m trying to see something I keep missing.

“Have you seen anything?” he asks.

“No, and that is what worries me more. I can’t see anything about them aside from the vision of me well into my pregnancy,” I say.

“Why can’t I see it? I don’t like that I can’t see what happens after the actual pregnancy. That makes me nervous that something is going to happen to them, like their fates are uncertain,” I say, tears starting to fall before I can stop them.

“Hey, hey, come here, princess,” he says, pulling me into his lap.

“Whatever happens, we will protect these pups with our lives. Maybe Selene doesn’t want you to know,” he says.

“I don’t like this feeling, Cole. I have the same feeling I had every time I knew Summer was plotting,” I say , and the second I say it out loud, the weight of it settles deeper in my chest.

He cups my cheeks and kisses me softly. Then he deepens the kiss slightly and I moan into it. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine.

“Don’t stress, my Queen. It isn’t good for our pups. We will find a witch who can help you figure out how to tap into that side of you,” he says.

“We have a meeting with the council today,” he says.

I roll my eyes , tension coiling tight in my chest at the reminder of them.

“They said we need to discuss their concerns with you becoming Queen,” he says.

Nova bristles at that , her irritation brushing against mine like a warning.

“They are concerned with my power and how powerful I actually am. Nobody, not even me, knows the extent of my gifts,” I say.

“Even more reason for this meeting. We need to humor them, princess,” he says. “You spooked them last week and now they have questions,” he adds.

“I need to keep digging through the archives. I need to know everything I can about Eloise’s mate and what happened to their son and if he was a witch,” I say , because every missing piece feels like something dangerous waiting to happen.

“Okay, let’s do that after breakfast,” he says, lightly putting his hands over my stomach , grounding me just enough to breathe.

As we’re walking down the stairs, I’m hit with a vision.

I’m standing in the middle of a pack and there are rogues and bears everywhere. The sound of snarls and teeth clamping down echo in the air , sharp and violent, like it’s happening right in front of me instead of inside my head.

It’s a massacre. Bodies of wolves and pack members lay scattered across the ground—pups, elderly, the entire pack , the scent of blood thick and suffocating, clinging to everything.

Then I see him.

David.

Walking out of the packhouse with a severed head, smiling like it means nothing, like none of this matters.

“Bring me the beta,” he yells.

Then someone drops a man at his feet.

“You are the only survivor of your pack. As you will serve as a messenger, tell the King to hand over his mate or every pack within the royal kingdom will fall and their blood will be on his hands,” he says, laughing , the sound echoing too loud, too real, like it’s meant to follow me out of the vision.

The vision ends and Cole catches me before I can hit the floor.

“Princess, what did you see?” he asks.

“He slaughtered all of them,” I cry out.

“He cut off his head, Cole. He’s destroying entire packs,” I cry out , my chest heaving as the images refuse to leave my mind.

“Which pack, Lyric?” he asks, his voice laced with venom.

“I don’t know,” I scream , frustration and fear crashing together in my chest.

He picks me up and carries me to the office.

“Show me,” he says.

I take his hands and show him what I saw.

He growls so loud it shakes the room , the sound vibrating through me, through the bond, through everything.

“That is the Ironclaw Pack,” he says.

His eyes glaze over as a link comes in.

“We need to get to the border,” he says.

We rush downstairs and shift into our wolves the moment we step out of the packhouse , urgency pushing everything else aside.

When we get to the border, the man from my vision is sitting on the ground looking completely broken , like something inside him is already gone.

I walk over to him and kneel in front of him.

“Hello, Jacob,” I say.

His head snaps to mine. “How do you know my name?” he asks.

I smile at him softly, even though my chest feels like it’s cracking open.

“My name is Lyric and I am the Lunar Queen, daughter of the moon reborn,” I say.

“It’s you. We heard stories of you. He wants you. He killed my entire family, my entire pack. My… my mate and pups,” he says, tears falling.

“What do you want to happen right now, Jacob?” I ask , already knowing the answer but needing him to say it.

“I want to be with my mate and pups, Luna. I can’t live without them,” he says, crying into my shoulder.

“I will grant you that. Say hello to them for me and to Selene,” I say.

“I, your Luna Queen, release you and your wolf back to our mother moon and your family,” I say, touching his forehead.

His eyes glow purple before his body goes limp , the life leaving him quietly, almost peacefully compared to everything he just survived.

“We will bury him properly and send his body to Selene tonight,” I say, standing and wiping my tears , even though they keep coming.

“This is only the beginning, Cole. He won’t stop until he has me,” I say , the certainty settling deep in my bones now.

His eyes flash to Zeus’s and he growls, “He will never have you. You are MINE,” he roars.

“I know, my love. I am yours, but our people are being killed and we have to do something,” I say, because if this was just about me, I could run, I could hide, I could let him protect me—but it isn’t anymore, it’s about entire packs being wiped out, about a war that has already started whether we are ready or not, and the worst part is I can feel it building, like something bigger is coming and this—this massacre—was just the first move.