Leah's POV
No one ever told me what death feels like. Being a Lycan, we expect to live to a hundred years without a second thought about our mortality. But I tasted the bitter sting of death that fateful day.
As the world spiraled into a chaotic blur, Jalin's face contorted, his voice echoing in my mind. "Do. What. You. Are. Told," he chanted, and then darkness consumed me.
The next thing I knew, a deafening bang jolted me awake. Light pierced my eyes as I struggled to regain my senses. Tears blurred my vision as I gasped desperately for air, feeling the grip of enormous hands lifting me up.
"Leah, I'm here. You're safe with me now," a familiar voice reassured.
"Lu... Lucas?" I reached out, my voice weak.
"Yes, Leah. It's me." He held my hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it.
"What ha
