LYRA
I opened the first page. There was no introduction, no foreword, just four words centered in the middle of aged paper. Written in dark ink burnt into the pages "THE ORIGIN"
I closed my eyes for a brief moment and then turned to the next page.
The writing was old but readable, the letters carefully formed in the way people wrote when they believed what they were recording actually mattered. I settled my back against the wall, drew my knees slightly toward my chest, and began to read.
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Before the packs existed. Before territories were drawn and borders were bled for. Before Alphas and Omegas and the long hierarchy of rank that wolves now accept as natural law... there was one bloodline.
They were not made. They were not turned. They did not earn their wolves through coming of age rituals or moon ceremonies instead they were born with it already inside them.
They were ancient, whole and complete.
They were called the Pure Blood.
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