Caelan's POV
The scream cut through the night like a knife.
I was already running before my brain caught up. That wasn't just any scream.
That was Lucien. My wolf pushed me faster through the dark forest. Branches whipped my face as I crashed through the trees toward the old garden.
The mate bond was going crazy in my chest, pulling me forward like a rope.
Something was very wrong. I burst into the clearing and stopped dead.
Lucien was hanging in the air, wrapped up in black vines like a spider's dinner. His eyes were closed.
Blood dripped from cuts all over his arms and legs. And Aisla... She was floating three feet off the ground.
Her hair moved around her face like she was underwater. Her eyes glowed bright silver, no longer human.
"Aisla!" I shouted. She turned to look
