Now, Lowell has been made the Lycan King, but his heart is restless. The weight of a crown cannot compare to the fear of losing her. He observes Nana on the bed, her weak body slowly breathing while her skin and lips are dry. She appears delicate… much more fragile than a woman who had once confronted him without batting an eye. Now the slightest motion makes her tremble.
She begins to stir, her eyes opening up with a heavy lid. The first thing she sees is him. There’s bewilderment intermingled with fear in her eyes. “I…” Her voice is faint. “I’m… free?”
Lowell clears his throat. He feels desperate to scream yes while wanting to wrap her in his arms and tell her that it’s all done and no one will ever hurt her again. “You’re safe,” he whispers. “You’re with me.” And he brushes his thumb
