#lyrathread

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It’s been - oh, it’s been years since the last time Lyra saw her only son. The only living being that gave her life any meaning. However, it wasn’t only her son that made her feel like she is worth something, the man who gave her her first and only child, Asher Cooke. It wasn’t love at first sight; it was just a drunk hookup - a one-nightstand that changed her life. Not only did she get her beautiful son out of that night, but she got a friend as well, one where she would go to war for and has. 

Briar means the world to her, and there is nothing she wouldn’t do for him, though he is only half were - he is still a werewolf and one that belongs to be a part of a pack. Seeing how all packs were killed, Lyra made it her mission to seek out the remaining wolves and form her pack, one that will not only be Briar’s to run one day but a pack that will protect and defend the kingdom. It was a present and surprise for both Briar and Asher. 

Though to gather the remaining wolves, she had to leave for a while on dangerous journeys to which she just couldn’t bring Briar along with her, which is why she left him with Asher. Though now, after those years that she left, she’s back - with an army of wolves coming back with her. 

Walking back through the palace doors and hallways once more, it felt strange, considering she spent her nights sleeping on the forest floors for the last few years. Seriously, she should have taken ten showers before she came here? She was starting to debate just that before her eyes landed on her beautiful son. 

“Hello, sweetie.”

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                      5. Your character walking in on mine waking from a nightmare.

                                                                  Lyra x __

The moment Lyra closes her eye she was brought back to the worst night of her life. The night when she lost her family…her pack. Those the dream always felt like she was 6 years old again. Lyra and her baby sister were tucked in for bed - her sister, Ilia, quickly fell asleep but for the older were it took some time for her to sleep. She took the comfort of the cold Wonderland air and the sounds of her parents outside talking with elders of the pack. Falling asleep to the relaxing sounds of her pack but abruptly woke up by the sounds of her packs screams and howls and the chilled air turned warm. When Lyra turned over to see if Ilia was there - or really anyone, her heart sank when she was the only one in the small hut. The next few moments were what turned into a blur. Opening the door to see half of her pack running for their safety and others running towards the people who were setting their village on fire. Lyra couldn’t make out who exactly were the people who set her village on fire, along with a few members of her pack but she could have sworn she saw one man wearing the Wonderland Knight’s seal. Only being 6 years old, she was still learning how to transform but in a moment of fear when someone all of a sudden someone grabbed her arm - her teeth sharpened into fangs, her eyes heightened into the emerald hues that gave her a better sight, and her nails pointed into sharp claws. It wasn’t a full transformation so she wasn’t in pain - more than anything she was just scared. She pulled her arm away from the other and scratched the majority of their face only to realize that it was her mom. Luckily her mom could take a hit and didn’t take long to regain herself before picking Lyra up and running away from the building fires. Quickly she learned that it was just her mom and herself, she didn’t know where her younger sister nor father was but considering her mom wasn’t running in a particular direction.

Only her memories took a time skip to where her mother grew exhausted and hid them behind a tree and once again - everything turned into a slow-motion blur. The air was still warm but it became thicker and hotter. She was frozen in place but she could hear horses’ hooves beating down on the forest floor, knowing that those responsible for burning her village and her pack - wanted no survivors and would burn the whole forest down if it meant killing every member of the pack - even the children. She was petrified but she looked to her mom for guidance, the guidance she didn’t want of running and leaving her behind - but she was 6 years old and her mother out wised her in saying she’ll be right behind her when she really waited till Lyra was far enough to transform into a wolf and buy some time for Lyra to run and hide. By the time she found a cave, small enough for only a child was when she realized her mom was not behind her though she still hid in the cave.

What happened next didn’t happen but her dream state loved to show her what could have happened. She wrapped her legs against her chest, hoping that day will come and she could get help, but as she heard horses close to her and then footsteps - she stilled and watched the entrance to the cave. The feet lingered at the entrance for a few seconds before disappearing and just as she thought she could leave the cave was the moment a man grabbed her, set her on fire and only then did she wake up…shooting up from her bed.

Though as she was readjusting to what just happened in being a rather vivid dream - she saw someone walking into her room, throwing the closest thing to her at them…which just so happened to be a pillow. “What the hell? Have you heard of knocking?!”

Being a lone wolf was a lot more difficult than it seems. The hunting, the loyalty. Everything you wouldn’t think would be important to a wolf - was what Lyra was in dire in need of. Most especially, the loneliness. Suppose that was why she was called the lone wolf. However, Lyra was to high strong and stubborn to admit how she really felt about being alone. More than once she dreaded for a part of her old pack to walk up on her and hold her tightly. That was all she needed. An old familiar face to hold her. But she woke and it was only holding herself, only remembering that she was the only survivor of a mass murder. 

Suppose that was why she had gotten drunk one night, pulling a son of a cook of the palace into a motel room and sleeping with him. Though a few weeks later she wasn’t expecting a sharpening pain kick her right in the gut. She passed it as horrible cramps but considering she missed her time of month for more than one month and the pain kept occurring - it wasn’t hard to piece together. 

                                                 The lone wolf was pregnant.

How was she supposed to take care of a kid when she can hardly take care of herself. She struggled day in and day out on what she should do with the kid once it was born. Should she keep it? Give it to a more worthy mother? Than again she would never understand the pain - constant pain and urge the baby would have tied to the moon. Transforming into a creature that you firstly have no control over.  So - does she really have a choice to keep the baby? She was part of the reason why it was created in the first place and a rather bitch move if Lyra would just abandon it - without giving it a chance. Now it only means - she needs to step up her game of survival. 

A few months had passed and for a lone wolf - she was living pretty decently. Nearly mocking her version of her old home. The home she lived in when she was living in a pack. With this baby - she will start her own pack. Here. With the baby. Her new pack. 

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A boy. It was a boy. 

She could smell him and she smiled to herself - rubbing her stomach lightly. “I will love you and protect you with all that I have little one.” She grew rather found of the growing were in her. Part were anyways. And she blames her wolf for growing attach. Her wolf was rather a sop anyways. Especially when it comes to babies. Her wolf was part of the reason why the boy was still growing inside of her. However, one thing her wolf had no control over - was telling Asher, the baby’s father, she was pregnant with his kid. She forbid for his help because she knew he was the type of guy to help out especially if it was his own kid. And she needed to prove to herself that lone wolf or not. She was strong enough to take care of a kid.

However - Lyra was soon coming to regret it when she was screaming out on the forest floor. The baby was pressing out and all she felt was fluttering, piercing pain. Worse than her bones snapping and shifting into a wolf’s. Tears streamed down gently on the wolf’s face as her son continued to press out, her pushing to help him and end the pain. It felt it was taking hundreds upon thousands of years for the kid to finally be out of her. The sound of her baby’s crys mad her snap into mother mood. While she was still in pain - she was more concerned of her naked wet baby on the forest floor. “Oh - baby.” She tore off her sweater, wrapping it tightly around her new born son. “You’re okay now baby. You’re okay.” 

She laid back against the forest floor again holding her baby tightly against her - feeling more tired than she’s ever had before but it didn’t phase it. What did phase her was processing that she was now a mom. 

tancred-the-librarian

"I bought this at the store the other day. It reminded me of you."

Lyra was laying down on the forest floor staring up at the sun that was hidden behind the clouds. It wasn’t necessarily dark, but it was exactly the brightest day either. It was just, perfect. Sighing, she closed her eyes as her  hands, automatically went to her stomach. One night stand, and one witch visit, and she was 3 months pregnant. Lyra....a werewolf with temperament issues, and doesn’t like people very much - is having a kid. Though confining in her mom wasn’t exactly the greatest either because her mom was the one who told her to keep the rotten thing. 

She just couldn’t exactly imagine her being a mom. And knowing exactly who the dad was - really wanted her to kill the baby right than and there. But even though she’s tried - many times. She’s always failed because now - now she’s grown a heart and couldn’t bring herself to kill the rotten defenseless thing. 

She could hear the footsteps and smell the person from miles away she just didn’t want to move...because she just to tired. “Unless it’s food - I don’t want it.” She said not even making eye contact to the other.