THE NEW WORLD

LYRA

My father always told us not to play with magic, that it was treacherous and unpredictable, but my siblings and I thought we were untouchable.

Descendants of powerful lycans and Selenias, of Umbros, a creature born from the deepest hatred, we never feared the consequences… until now.

My name is Lyra, a pure Alpha with black magic running through my veins. I fell into a vortex of energy and was separated from my siblings and family.

I opened my eyes in the middle of a primitive jungle and was rescued by a wild, grumpy, and completely uncivilized werewolf.

Although it sounds ridiculous after such a solemn introduction, right now that savage has me slung over his shoulder, carrying me through the trees without a hint of delicacy… and with my face practically kissing his ass.

"Hey, my stomach hurts. Please, I need to get down. I feel better now… Are you even listeni…!"

BAM!

"Aaah!" I let out a startled squeal as he suddenly threw himself off a hill, landing harshly befo