Lucian´s POV
Elise shouldn’t be here.
The thought hit me with the same force as the shock of her presence from the moment she walked through those doors.
She wasn’t the same woman I had seen that night in the video Morgana showed me. She wasn’t the cripple we left behind, the one who should have been buried in the misery of her own fate. The Elise now moving through the room wasn’t a shadow of who she once was… she was something else. Something dangerous.
Her posture was imposing—her back straight, chin held high, gaze sharp as a freshly forged blade. There was no trace of weakness in her. No trace of the pain that should have been consuming her after her brother’s death.
And yet, there she was. Proud. Powerful.
Too powerful.
Fenrir growled with pleasure inside me, his energy vibrat
