Prince Lucian
Today marked her another year of birthday, yet I felt an empty void in my chest. My mind raced, searching for fragments of memories that eluded me. I couldn't conjure her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, or even the dishes she loved. I’m having a hard time recalling her laughter.
A sharp reminder sliced through my thoughts: Peniel had lost herself to the very magic that tied her to the Blood Moon Pack’s Alpha—the same magic that had compelled her to heal his daughter, all for the sake of a key. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, anger bubbling beneath the surface.
I shoved the memory aside, the image of her face during that brutal tradition burned into my mind. I had forced her to witness the dark rituals of my family, all while she clung to me,
