LUCIEN’S POV
The road stretched endlessly before me, the pale morning light glinting off the damp asphalt. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs like a frantic drumbeat, and the heavy weight in my chest made it hard to breathe. Olivia’s voice from her voicemail echoed in my head, trembling and full of fear.
Damon is taking me somewhere. He said I’m not safe…please come find me.
Every word replayed like a haunting melody, twisting the knife deeper into my gut. My mate—my Olivia—was in danger, and I hadn’t been there to protect her. The thought alone made my stomach churn. I pushed the gas pedal harder, the car surging forward. Behind me, Ben and Aslaug followed in their own vehicle, their headlights a constan
