Chapter 112
Lucian's POV
As I made my way through the darkened forest, the storm raged all around me. The rain fell in sheets, stinging my face with each gust, and the wind whipped against my skin. It made no difference. Now I couldn't go back. Eira was waiting. I needed to locate her.
The feather.
I had come here because of it.
My boots dug into the ground with each step, and I gritted my teeth as I trudged through the mud. The cold was hardly noticeable to me anymore. I was thinking about Eira and the trail. The feather had served as the initial hint, but I was also unable to get rid of something deeper and darker. There was a genuine pull. The feather guided me through the storm as though it had been calling to me.
I had to continue.
Ahead, partially obscured by the fog, were the
