She gave me sight I lost her forever by The woman with the pen

The howls of wolves echoed in the distance, mercilessly reminding him of what was once his home. The moon, a silent witness to his reign, began to eclipse behind the shadows of dawn, as if it too renounced his existence.

Kael stumbled forward, guided only by the savage instinct that still kept him on his feet. He couldn't see. He could barely stand. His steps were clumsy, dragging, each one more painful than the last. He had been wandering for hours, exhausted and completely wounded all over his body.

But it was not a physical wound that had blinded him, but something far more brutal: betrayal. Luna, his destined mate, had rejected him when he needed her most. And with that abandonment, she imposed the most merciless punishment an alpha could receive: oblivion, solitude, humiliation, and blindness.

But Kael was no ordinary wolf. Even broken, his presence commanded. Even blind, his soul burned like a bonfire in the middle of the forest, inextinguishable, fueled by a single truth: he swore he would return to take revenge on everyone, especially his younger brother, who conspired against him to see him fall.

His pack, the one for whom he bled and roared, spat him out as if he had never belonged. They banished him, trampling his name, burying the Alpha's legacy under indifference and cowardice. But Kael's fury would know no rest. Not while his heart still beat in the shadows.

"Lyra, come here! I found a man, quick!"

"A man around here? How strange..." Lyra put away her hunting weapon and headed to the spot where Helga was calling her. But upon seeing him, her eyes lit up and her heart pounded.

"No... it can't be true. What is he doing here?" She knelt beside the body, trembling, and checked that Kael was still breathing.

"Helga, help me, please. Bring the car. He's badly hurt, we must take him with us."

"Do you know him?" Helga asked, confused.

"Yes... it's Kael," his name escaped Lyra's lips with nostalgia.

"Kael? The Alpha of the Dark Moon pack? What on earth happened to him? We can't take him home, Lyra, it's dangerous."

Lyra was already beginning to tie him up with determination, preparing to lift him. She shook her head; she wasn't going to leave him there, not him, not after everything that had happened, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself.

"I'm not going to leave him lying here like a dying animal. Help me!"

"But... we have to bring dinner. They're waiting for us, and if we arrive empty-handed, you know very well we could be the main course," Helga murmured, completely nervous.

But Lyra didn't care; she was always there for Kael.

"We'll stop by a butcher shop and get meat. I don't understand why they keep forcing us to hunt," Lyra scoffed, as she forcefully lifted Kael's body. With Helga's help, she settled him on her shoulders and they put him in the car.

Lyra was nothing more than an omega, a slave destined to cook and provide food for the pack. But despite her rank, she was strong, proud, untamable. Before returning, they bought enough meat to avoid questions and punishments. When they finally arrived, together they placed Kael on Lyra's bed.

"Thanks, Helga. I'll take care of him."

"Do you have any idea of the trouble we'll get into if they find out Kael is here?"

"I know," Lyra replied, firm. "But I take responsibility, I want to take care of him."

She took a basin of water, a clean towel, and began placing damp cloths on his forehead, trying to relieve his fever and gently clean his wounds.

"Damn it, Lyra... I don't want to be in your shoes," Helga muttered before leaving, closing the door of the small cabin behind her.

And so, for the rest of the night and a good part of the early morning, Lyra stayed by his side. She cleaned every wound, monitored his breathing, caressed his burning skin... and protected his sleep as if her life depended on it.

The next morning arrived, and the first rays of the sun filtered through the window of that humble cabin. Lyra, exhausted from her vigil, slept reclining on the edge of the bed, while Kael, with effort, opened his eyes.