LUCIAN
The sound of my name being torn from Leah’s lips still echoes in my ears, but it isn’t what keeps me on edge.
It’s the wolf.
The ugly thing is still bowing, its body shaking as though it’s split in two. The black shadow is trying to claim it, but the silver in its eyes keeps pushing back. Well, Leah's silver. The wolf’s not lunging, or attempting to bite. It's just kneeling there, repeating the words that make my chest feel like it’s caving in.
“Nyra is coming for you.”
I snarl under my breath, tightening my grip on Leah’s limp body. Her pulse is still faltering, but she's steady against my arm. I can’t focus on anything else. The way her glowing veins are fading and her breathing, dipping too shallow. Fenrir thrashes inside me, desperate to tear the forest apart until it f
