LUCIAN
The night passes as fast as the wind, and by morning, I’m already on my way to Leah’s room in the infirmary. I couldn’t rest, my Lycan kept me restless, pacing under my skin, desperate to be near our mate. And maybe I wanted that too. But I can't, I can't let her see that.
Her scent still linger in the halls pulling me like a leash as I get closer to her room. I should be in the war room, interrogating the scout who saw the black-eyed wolves on our border. I should be anything but here. But I’m here, with her.
I step into the room just as she finishes her meal, the spoon trembling slightly in her small fingers. She's ridiculously pale, her veins almost showing on her hands, what hell that good for nothing Terran and her stupid daughter must have put her through.
She hears my
