Lyka
"Lyka." The sound of her voice was soft, urgent even, as Isabella pulled her blanket closer and settled at the edge of the bed. Moonlight caught her eyes, making them sparkle. "I've got a secret… and it's going to change everything."
I blinked, my heart thumping. "A secret? What kind?"
She propped herself up on one elbow, dark hair spilling over her shoulder. Her smirk was sharp, daring. "I've been thinking about the kind of man I want," she said, her voice light but certain. "And when I meet him… Lyka, he'll be perfect."
I studied her, unsure if this was just another one of her passing moods.Isa rarely spoke like this unless she had something in mind."
"He's tall… broad shoulders, strong. Hands that—" she broke into a low laugh, "—make a girl feel like nothing could touch her. And his eyes… Lyka, his eyes."Dark, alive. Like they can see everything."
"My stomach twisted. It felt… familiar."
She tossed a pillow at me, and I caught it, "Isa, stop teasing. Who are you talking about?"
Her lips curved into that secretive smile. "That's the best part. I can't tell you yet. Not until it happens. But when I meet him… he'll be mine. Mine, Lyka."I'll know already".
"I laughed, hugging my blanket. 'You don't even know him, Isa.'"
"She leaned closer, voice dropping. 'I'll know when I see him. Just like the old stories , the bonds they spoke about in our pack. I'll know."
My chest tightened, my heartbeat loud in the quiet. Isa had this way of capturing attention, of making every word impossible to ignore. Her eyes glinted with something keen—desire, ambition, hunger.
"And him… oh, Lyka," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "he'll be brave, protective, loyal. I can see him standing by me, no matter what comes. And he'll be mine. You know the rest?" Her eyes sparkled with certainty. "He'll be entirely mine, and no one—not even fate—can take him."
A shiver slid down my spine. Her picture of him… it felt too pointed, too close. I forced a shaky laugh. "That could be any Alpha."
Isa only giggled, curling her fingers around the blanket. "No, Lyka. Not just any Alpha. The one I've been waiting for. And when I find him…" She trailed off, smile sharp. "He'll be mine."
I lay back, staring at the ceiling, a knot twisting in my chest. Why did her words feel like a warning?
She yawned, stretching, her grin still sly. "What about you? Got anyone in mind, Lyka?"
I smiled faintly, pretending to brush it off, though inside I was glowing. The thrill was too much to hide. I leaned closer, whispering, "I don't need to say it, Isa. You already know. The one meant for me… he's already in my heart."
Her eyes sparkled, half curious, half teasing. "Oh? And who is this mystery? Don't leave me hanging."
I laughed under my breath, fiddling with the edge of my blanket. "You know me too well to need names. I've felt it forever—the bond, the pull, the way he makes my heart race. I just… I know he's mine."
She tilted her head, smirking. "Mmm. Sounds perfect. So, what does he look like? Tell me, Lyka. He must be something."
Heat crept up my cheeks. "He's everything. Tall, strong, broad. Eyes that cut right through me, like he can read every thought. And his presence… Isa, it's impossible not to feel it. He doesn't even have to try. You just know when he's there."
I giggled, whispering with a rush of pride, "Honestly? No one could compare. No one is more than my Parker."
Something flickered in Isa's face, but she smoothed it away with a laugh. "So you've found your treasure. But I wonder… what if the man I'm meant to have is just as striking? Maybe even enough to rival your Parker."
My chest tightened. Rival? Parker? No. I forced a smile, playful on the surface though my pulse raced. "Impossible, Isa. No one could be more than him. I've already seen my mate. He's perfect for me."
Isa laughed, tossing her hair back, the sound rich and teasing. "We'll see. One day, you'll understand why I'm sure."
I pressed my hands to my face, fighting the unease that crawled in. Her certainty rattled me more than I wanted to admit. I pushed it down, letting out a laugh instead. "We'll see indeed."
But even while I joked, the uneasiness lingered. I forced myself to focus on tomorrow. Tomorrow I'd see Parker. Tomorrow I'd be closer to telling him what I felt.
The moment I finally drifted off, sleep swallowed me whole. Even in the dark, I could feel him—Parker. It wasn't just a thought. It was a pull, something familiar and sharp in my chest. My wolf stirred, alert, my pulse skipping.
In the dream, the forest stretched endlessly, silver light spilling over every leaf. I ran, feet moving faster than I thought possible, instincts guiding me. And there he was—Parker. Tall. Strong. Eyes that made my heart leap.
"Lyka," he called, voice low and rough, reaching straight into me. "Come to me."
I stopped, breath catching. The space between us felt endless and tiny all at once. Every part of me—the wolf, the girl, the bond—screamed that he was mine.
"Parker…" I whispered, reaching out. His heartbeat, the faint scent of him, the pull I couldn't explain—it was all there. My mate. My Alpha.
Somewhere in his dream, I knew he was reaching for me too. Every step he took, every thought, mirrored mine. It wasn't just a dream. It was a bond.
I saw him now, closer, softening as he watched me. His wolf shadowed behind him, protective, but it was him—human Parker—that I wanted. The man who would one day be mine, even if neither of us fully understood yet.
I closed my eyes, letting the feeling wash over me. When I opened them, he was there. For a moment, the world held still, and all that existed was us.
"Lyka," Parker murmured, gravelly, low, "I've found you."
A shiver ran through me, and my wolf yipped softly in agreement. I could feel his hand brush mine—not real, not yet—but enough. Enough to make my pulse roar. My fated mate.
I could feel the bond, solid and alive. Every heartbeat, every breath screamed: I am his. He is mine. Nothing could break it.
When my eyes opened for real, moonlight spilled across the room. I still felt him—Parker—everywhere. Invisible, but present, tugging at my heart, at my wolf, at something deep in me.
I sat up, blanket wrapped tight. A smile stretched across my face. My chest heaved, still racing from the dream. I had felt him. Truly. Deep down, I knew he was the one—even if I didn't understand every twist of fate.
I pressed a hand to my chest. My wolf stirred, tail flicking under the covers, sniffing the quiet room, confirming what my heart already knew. Parker was real. He was mine. And I was his.
A soft laugh escaped me. "Oh, Parker… I don't even know yet… but I think… you might be the one." My voice trembled with excitement, with longing, with something I couldn't name.
I stood on the cool floorboards, letting the night wrap around me. My hands moved almost automatically, tracing shapes in the dark, but my mind was with him. Parker. I could feel the pull of him across the space, across the silver-lit night.
I tiptoed to the window, pressing my forehead to the glass. Was he out there too, under the same moon? Did his wolf stir like mine did? My pulse quickened, a low, happy growl vibrating from my throat.
"I don't know why it feels so real," I whispered, fingers curling around the ledge. "But I… I think you're mine. I just know it."
A shiver ran through me—not cold, but that thrill of something ancient threading through the world. My wolf pressed close, sensing him, recognizing the bond as I did.
I sank to the floor, hugging my knees. My mind wandered, imagining seeing him in daylight, hearing him call my name, the first time our hands touched. Everything in me was screaming him. Everything.
I lay there, eyes wide, heart racing. A laugh escaped me, soft and happy. I didn't know yet that someone was already plotting, stepping into our lives. I didn't know the world could try to take what was ours.
All I knew was Parker—my Parker—was out there. And soon, I would find him. And when I did… nothing could stop what was meant to be.
I rolled onto my side, pulling the blanket tighter around me. My wolf pressed against my ribs, and I let out a slow breath. Sleep wanted me, but I wasn't ready yet. I could still feel him, somewhere out there.
I closed my eyes, thinking of Parker, and for a moment, it was enough. Just knowing he existed, somewhere in the world, made my chest tighten and my stomach flutter.
Finally, I let myself drift. Sleep came slowly, and Parker stayed in my thoughts—quiet, steady, real.