Lucia’s Point of View
I was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sleep wouldn’t come no matter how hard I tried. My thoughts were a tangled mess, swirling with everything that had happened during the day. It was too much.
I turned to my side, pulling the blanket up to my chin, when a distant, bone-chilling growl cut through the night. My ears perked up instantly, and my heart raced. The sound wasn’t just a normal growl. It was the kind that sent a warning straight to your core.
I shot up in bed, my breathing quickening as the unmistakable clash of metal followed. Wolves and weapons. I knew exactly what that meant. An attack.
Without wasting a second, I threw on a robe and bolted out of the room. My bare feet padded against the cold floor as I rushed into the sitting room. The maids
