Lucian reclined in a seat on his porch, feet up, half-heartedly concentrating on an old blues riff he'd been trying to master. Dusk was creeping in with all its stirring scents, yet his mood was morose. His body was wrecked; every movement sent a jolt of pain. He may as well be human. His wolf healing was so slow; try as he might, he couldn't place his missing time. Trying to remember, it felt like he was wading through deep muddy water, a frustrating and painful process.
The one constant that remained and gave him hope was Angel. The thought of her set his whole being on fire, yet the mere thought of her, the longing, felt like a stabbing pain in his heart. He hated himself. He hated Selina more. He plucked steadily on the guitar strings, sulkily repeating the slow melody that matched t
