Peniel
I sat in my quarters, flipping through an old, worn book, though my mind was anywhere but on the words in front of me. I'd done everything I could today to shake the Lunar Solstice pack, to put cracks in the very foundation they stood on. Still, a flicker of bitterness lingered. Why did they have to hurt me first to make me question my beliefs, to drive me this far?
Just as I began to lose myself in thought, my wolf senses flared, every nerve suddenly alert. The scent hit me first—familiar, powerful. My mate. Lucian.
The book slipped from my fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud just as the door burst open. Lucian stumbled through, collapsing onto the marble floor, his body bruised and bloody. My heart lurched painfully in my chest, and for a moment, I couldn't move, couldn
