The Lunar Queen Chapter 60

Lyric POV

I’m woken up out of my sleep by a blinding pain in my chest. It hits sharp and sudden, like something inside me just snapped in half. A bond snapping. No.

Nova whimpers in my mind.

Who is it?

The panic and grief for who I lost begin to overwhelm me, and with my pregnancy now further along, my hormones are even more out of whack. The tears fall instantly.

Cole bursts into the bedroom, eyes wide in panic. The door slams against the wall behind him.

“Love, talk to me,” he says, cupping my cheeks.

The sparks from his touch and his scent calm me a little.

“Something is wrong, someone is dead. I think it’s one of my parents,” I say, rubbing my chest that now feels hollow, like a piece of me is missing.

I pick up my phone and call Hunter.

But he doesn’t answer.

I call again. Still no answer.

My fingers start trembling around the phone. My breathing turns uneven.

The panic is now in overdrive.

“Something is happening at Moonveil,” I choke out, trying to control my emotions until I know what is going on.

Elias and Iris bust into the room, followed by Winter and Dom.

Winter runs into my arms. “Lyric, something is going on at the pack, I felt a bond snap,” she cries.

“I know, me too. It’s one of our parents,” I say, tears falling now.

Cole pulls me into his lap on the bed.

Iris is crying into Elias’s arms.

Jace and Logan run in, tears running down their faces.

“Mom is dead,” Jace says, voice cracking.

The words hit—but before I can even process them—

I feel the snap of another bond.

“No.”

My chest caves in again, worse this time, like I can’t get enough air.

“He killed both of them,” I whisper, more to myself than anyone else.

I never even got to tell my mom I forgave her.

The last memory she has of me is me yelling at her.

Why.

Why…

would he kill them?

I scream out in agony, feeling the weight of what I just lost.

My parents died thinking I hated them.

“It’s okay, princess,” Cole says, rubbing my back.

“David will pay for all his sins,” he says, voice dropping. Low. Cold. Final.

I’m so lost in my grief I don’t really register what he’s saying or anyone in the room.

Nova’s howls echo in my head, her emotions blending with mine until I can’t breathe.

The air around us thins.

“He took them from me,” I say, voice dropping.

“Princess,” Cole says, his arms tightening as the air around us starts to crackle with energy.

He took my parents from me.

And he will die a slow death for that.

I feel my hands start to shake as I replay the day I left Moonveil.

I didn’t even say goodbye to them, and they were there.

I ignored them.

Even though my father spoke to me, I left without saying goodbye to him.

The guilt hits just as hard as the grief—heavy, suffocating, unforgiving.

“Princess, please calm down,” Cole says, wrapping his arms completely around me.

I take in his scent and it calms me on the outside.

On the inside, my emotions are a mess.

“Why did he kill them? We still had three days. Why is he already attacking a pack?” I say.

“He lied to us,” Cole says.

“He did whatever he wanted to do, and I have a feeling he isn’t done yet,” Cole adds.

That lands heavy. No one argues.

My phone starts to ring in my hand.

Hunter.

I answer and put it on speaker.

“Hunter, what is going on?”

Silence stretches.

Too long. Too quiet. Like he’s choosing his words carefully.

“Lyric, I know you all felt it, but mom and dad are dead. David attacked us and specifically targeted them, Ly. Do you hear me? He targeted our parents. This isn’t about a crown, Lyric. This is about you. The explosions, the fights, all of it was just distractions to kill our parents,” he says.

Each word lands heavier than the last.

That makes my stomach drop.

“Whatever he is planning, it has to do with you,” he says.

“We will be at the palace tomorrow for your coronation. Please be careful,” he says.

“I will, and you too. Travel safely. We can’t lose you too. You’re in charge now, big brother,” I say.

He lets out a breath.

“Yeah… I guess I am. I am also now officially the new Beta of the Moonveil Pack,” he says.

I smile.

“You will be great. I have to go. See you tomorrow,” I say.

“I love you, Lyric.”

“I love you too, Hunter.”

“We love you too, Hunter,” Jace, Logan, and Iris say.

“I love you too, guys,” he says before ending the call.

“What the fuck is David planning?” Cole snarls.

“Why attack Lyric’s parents?” Dom says.

“He wants me distracted by grief. He needs me to unlock the runes,” I say.

The realization settles deep in my chest, cold and sharp.

“We need to actually start looking for them because we are running out of time, and if he found them the only thing he’s missing is me,” I say.

“Okay, so where do the pups come into all of this?” Winter asks.

I shake my head.

“David wants me and the magic. He probably knows the triplets will be special and he will use them to help him rise to power. The witches want them to take back what they feel is rightfully theirs,” I say.

“We can’t let either one of those things happen,” Cole says, growling low, aura spilling out.

I step into his arms and wrap my arms around his waist.

“Calm down, my love,” I say, letting him take in my scent.

“He’s planning something,” Nova says.

“I know, but we can’t do anything about what we don’t know,” I say.

“Look, I slept through lunch and then the attack, can we get dinner and discuss the plans for tomorrow, with what just happened today?” I say.

“He attacked before the deadline we had to turn me over, so now we no longer know what is coming, so we need to be prepared with all the visiting packs being here,” I say.

Everybody lets that sink in.

“Okay, let’s go get my heavily pregnant mate some food, and then we can talk about security for tomorrow before we all call it a night. Tomorrow is going to be a long day,” Cole says.

Everybody starts making their way out of the room,

the tension lingering, heavy and unresolved—grief mixing with something darker… something coming.

when suddenly I’m pulled into a vision.

It hits fast—violent—like I’m yanked out of my body without warning.

Cole is in the throne room, covered in blood.

Not just splattered—soaked. His clothes, his hands… dripping.

Standing over a body that I can’t see,

and there are bodies laying scattered around the room.

Twisted. Broken. Some barely recognizable. The metallic scent of blood fills my nose like I’m actually there.

It looks like the aftermath of pure chaos around him.

The throne room—destroyed. Cracked marble. Blood smeared across the floors. Silence where there should be life.

Cole doesn’t move.

He just stands there—breathing heavy—like whatever happened isn’t over yet.

Then I’m pulled back into present day.

My breath stutters as I come back, my body going cold despite the heat still lingering in the room.

And the only thing I can think—

the only thing I feel—

is this:

That wasn’t just a vision.

It felt real.

Too real.

And something deep in my chest twists—

because it doesn’t feel like a possibility.

It feels like something that’s already been set in motion.