Liora's POV
The news of Lucien's death hit me harder than I expected.
I stood in our room. Staring out the window. Not really seeing anything.
"He's dead," I whispered.
My wolf stirred. Restless. Uncertain.
He hurt us, she said.
"I know."
Then why does it feel like this?
I touched my chest. Where the ache had settled.
It wasn't love. Not anymore.
It was grief for something that had died long before he did.
For the boy who used to hold my hand. Who promised we'd be together forever.
Before Vivia. Before the lies. Before everything shattered.
"I'm mourning what we could have been," I said quietly. "Not what we were."
A knock at the door made me turn.
Mira entered. Her green eyes were sympathetic.
"I heard," she said. "Are you okay?"
"I don
