Lucas's POV
The western corridor was empty.
Lucas stood beneath the torchlight, staring at the wooden wolf lying on the floor where Aariana had found it.
Wren's toy.
His fingers curled into fists.
He had spent five years believing Aariana had betrayed him.
Five years believing she had chosen to leave.
Five years accepting the council's version because he had trusted the people sitting behind those walls more than he had trusted the woman he loved.
Now every answer he had ever accepted was beginning to look like another lie.
And his son was missing.
Lucas crouched and picked up the toy.
The wood was worn smooth from years of use.
A small carving had been made beneath one of its paws.
W.
Wren.
Lucas stared at the letter.
Something uncomfortable moved through his chest.
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