Amara's POV
“Easy now,” Lucian murmured. “Take a break. How do you feel, dear?”
“Tired,” I gasped, panting between words. “Why the heck breathing feels like running a marathon?”
Lucian chuckled, brushing a damp strand of hair from my cheek. “It takes time to adjust. Your body is learning to channel the power of your wolf. She’s awakening, Amy — but she’s not ready to take full control yet. Be patient with her.”
His words make sense now. My body feel lighter, my hearing sharper, every sense alive with quiet electricity. My wolf’s string, testing her strength for the first time in a long while.
But then, Lucian’s chest— slick with sweat, sculpted and gleaming under the faint light— caught my eyes, and the wild part of me growl softly from within. The warmth radiating from him seeped thr
