Elena’s POV
The moment our blood mingled on that ancient stone, something inside me snapped—and rebuilt.
Not like a crack sealing. Not like stitching together wounds.
More like… the final rune completing an old spell, dormant in my soul, now awakened.
I wasn’t just Elena Roswell anymore. I was Elena Blackthorn. I was Luna of the Hollow.
And I felt everything.
The forest pulsed with breath I could feel in my bones. The air shimmered as if it recognized me—welcomed me. My senses sharpened, not just outwardly but inward. I could feel Lucien inside me—his strength, his pain, his unwavering protection wrapped around my spirit like armor forged of love and blood.
When I opened my eyes, Lucien was still holding me.
But something had changed in his gaze.
Reverence.
Fear.
Desire.
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