LUCIAN
The moon seems a little too bright tonight. The harsh silver light spills through the window, cutting sharp lines across the stone walls of my office.
Thankfully, Leah's better, and she's resting now. The healers found an antidote just in time. My insides are boiling. I’m… twitching. My jaw locks so tight it hurts, and my fists clench at my sides like they’re trying to hold back a storm. Heat crawls up my neck, settling behind my eyes.
Emily? Possessed? How?
I can’t sit, I can’t lie down. I’m pacing like an animal in a cage. Because someone… can even call her someone? Something got into my home and poisoned my mate right under my nose, my command. And I didn’t see it coming.
“You should sleep,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair.
“Why?” Fenrir snarls from the shadow
