POV Amara (Amy)
“Are you ready?”
A simple question— yet hearing it from Lucian here, at the peak of Moonveil Ridge, surrounded by ancient monoliths, send a strange shiver down my spine. This doesn’t feel like one of our usual breathing sessions.
Lucian clenching his right hand into a fist, then slowly lift it toward me. I don’t know why, but something in the air shifted. The Lycan within him stirred; I can see it in his eyes, now glowing a haunting shade of violet.
When he finally opening his palm, flames bloomed out of thin air— not wild or chaotic, but controlled, as if they were obeying his very heartbeat. The fire shimmered in hues of crimson and violet, dancing softly against the moonlight.
My breath caught. “W— what is this?”
Lucian’s lips curved into a confident smoke. “Our v
