Lucian stood alone, unmoving, before the towering glass window of his office that is on the first floor of the packhouse facing the back of their vast territory.
A cool breeze drifted in through the slightly parted pane, brushing against his skin like a quiet reminder of the world outside. His hand rested on the curtain's edge as his gaze swept across the wide open plains.
Yet his mind was far from the land he ruled.
It was with her, Athena.
The woman with fire in her eyes and a voice that could tame even the wildest, most feral wolf.
The woman who never simply obeyed but stood by her beliefs no matter how difficult they were to accept, even by their kind.
He knew he had no right to lose someone like her. Someone strong, fearless, and unyielding. A Perfect Luna.
But…
