Lucian's POV
“Brother, the demon realm is no place for werewolves,” Damien said, walking into my chambers reluctantly. “Next time you need me, just summon me.”
I didn’t raise my head to meet his gaze. Both my hands still rested on my knees, my head bowed low.
“Lucian,” he walked toward me and rested an arm on my shoulder. But I was too deep in thought and confusion to hear anything he was saying.
When I finally lifted my head to look at him, he stepped back instinctively, like my presence startled him.
“What... happened to you?” he asked. No more teasing, no playful grin only seriousness. Damien only got like this when things were truly serious.
“What are you talking about?” I asked in a low voice.
“There’s so much darkness around you, Lucian.”
“What?”
“I feel it. It’s so strong.”
