LUKAS’S POV
My eyes fluttered open, and a dull ache pulsed through my skull, my body felt heavy, pinned to a woven mat in a familiar hut. Smoke curled from burning herbs, stinging my nose, and torch light flickered on the wooden walls. Selenea sat beside me, her red hair fell over her shoulders, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her hands twisted in her lap. Callan stood near the door, his shirt was creased, his face drawn, and his boots scuffed the dirt floor. I tried to speak, but my throat burned, my voice rasped, and my chest tightened, the Shadow Beast’s growl echoed faintly in my mind, a reminder of its hold. The shaman watched from a corner, her white hair glowed in the dim light, her eyes pierced me, unsettling, like she knew my every fear.
I pushed myself up, my arms trembled, my mu
