Lucien's p.o.v
I sat atop a moss-covered boulder, my piercing blue eyes scanning the dense wild before me. The trees towered above, their leaves rustling softly in the gentle breeze. It has been five days since I'd been forced to leave my mate, Freya behind with nothing keeping me company but her memories and our moments together.
Astrid had ordained this exile, promising that the answers I sought would only come to me in the wilderness.
Even though I had only had the dream once, I couldn't overlook the fact that it could mean something good—the probability of me becoming a father—of both of us becoming parents and the curse, lifted.
As I gazed out at the wild, my thoughts drifted to Freya. I missed her warmth, her touch, her smell and her loving gaze. This pass few days in the wild h
