“Lyra…”
Ronan’s voice was broken glass, sharp and fading. He lay crumpled on the stone floor, his wolf form dissolving until only his battered body remained. Blood poured from the jagged wound in his side where Selene’s spear had struck, staining the marble dark.
Her scream tore from her throat as she tried to lunge to him, but Lucien’s arms locked around her waist, holding her back with a strength as merciless as chains.
“Let me go!” she fought, clawing at his grip, her scorched hands leaving streaks of blood across his black shirt. “He’s dying—”
“He’s not your only mate,” Lucien snarled into her ear, his shadows swirling wildly, betraying his barely contained panic. “If you move now, she’ll kill you.”
Selene stood above them, divine and untouchable, her silver hair cascading like a
