LUCIAN
It’s been three days, three endless days since Leah collapsed in my arms, her body shaking before it went frighteningly still. Three days of me watching her chest rise and fall, counting every breath as if it could vanish if I blinked too long.
And she still hasn’t woken up.
I sit by her bed in Queen Reyna’s chambers, my fingers tangled with hers. Her skin is warm but clammy, her silver hair spilling across the pillow like a halo. I’ve whispered every word I can think of, cursed every god I don’t believe in, and prayed to the bond between us until my throat is raw. Still, nothing.
“You’re torturing yourself.”
Fenrir’s voice rumbles inside my head, restless. He paces like a caged beast, his claws scraping at the walls of my mind. He's in pain too.
“What else am I supposed to d
