Fated For Lycan's Luna (Chloe and Blake) novel Chapter 115

Chloe's POV

As the night settled in, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about Blake. With intention, I informed him of my weariness, carefully masking my true intentions by pretending to doze off.

Once I was certain Blake had departed, I stealthily slipped out into the darkness to meet Lyra.

Stepping into Lyra's bedroom, located at the far end of the pack house, I discovered her already waiting for me.

The room itself exuded an air of mystery, shrouded in darkness, with only faint traces of moonlight seeping through the window, casting ethereal beams across the space. Shadows danced along the walls, lending an enigmatic ambiance to the scene.

As I stood there, an inexplicable sense of foreboding gripped me, as if an invisible force whispered caution in my ear, urging me to heed its warning.

Thoughts swirling in my mind, I caught sight of Lyra, visibly wounded and wearing a pained expression.

"You're here?" she greeted me, her lips forming a faint smile. Without hesitation, I shook my head in affirmation and made my way towards her. Clutched in my hands was the box of medicine I had brought along, ready to offer aid.

"I'll remove the bandage," I declared, my voice filled with determination, before carefully tending to Lyra's injury.

Gently, I began to peel away the protective layers, revealing Lyra's injured flesh beneath. The wound gaped open, a vivid testament to the magnitude of the injury. Dark, crimson trails stained the surrounding skin.

Lyra flinched and emitted a hiss of pain as my touch grazed it. After a few minutes of attentive care, I finally finished the task at hand.

Contemplating for a brief moment, I mustered the courage to hesitantly question Lyra, "About last night... What truly happened?"

Lyra's gaze lingered on me, her eyes repeatedly changing between tranquility and frostiness, as if battling an internal struggle.

After what felt like an eternity, she eventually responded, "You genuinely have no idea?"

Her voice pierced the air, its icy tone causing my heart to skip a beat. Nevertheless, I gathered my resolve, inhaling deeply before meeting Lyra's gaze head-on.

"I need to know," I asserted, my voice steady yet filled with a mix of fear and concern.

"Why did the Silver Pack suddenly face an attack? Who is our enemy? And how is it possible that the impenetrable defenses of the mighty and revered Silver Pack were breached so effortlessly?"

In an instant, Lyra's expression twisted into a malevolent smirk, oozing with animosity and frostiness. The warmth that once characterized her demeanor had vanished entirely.

And then, she erupted into a fit of laughter, a sound dripping with scorn.

"I always knew Blake wanted to keep you in the dark," Lyra sneered, her voice seething with venom.

"But it's astonishing how clueless you truly are... Not a single inkling." Her words lashed out, hitting me like a sudden gust of wind. The intensity in her eyes intensified as she gripped my arm forcefully, her grip bordering on aggression.

"The Silver Pack, once revered as the greatest, now reduced to this... pitiful state. And it's all because of you, Chloe," Lyra's words cut through the air with a chilling tone, her emotions raging like a tempest.

My disbelief surged, and I desperately attempted to wrench my hand free from her grasp, but her hold remained unyielding, like an iron vice.