Dane’s POV
“Lucien.”
The name echoed in my head long after her voice went silent.
It wasn’t mine.
And yet hearing it come from her lips as she fell unconscious in my arms carved something dark and cold through my chest.
Who the hell was Lucien?
Jealousy hit before reason could catch up…sharp, fast, and ugly. My wolf bristled inside me, snarling at the thought of another name on her tongue, another bond in her heart.
But she was limp in my arms, pale and fevered, and the anger died as quickly as it came.
I couldn’t afford jealousy now. Not when she looked so fragile that even the night air seemed too heavy for her.
“Hold on,” I muttered under my breath, tightening my grip as I strode toward the manor. “Just hold on.”
Through the mind link, I reached out to the healers, all of the
