The Alpha's Nightmares
Lucius's POV
I was running.
The blood was murky on the floor. The moon was low and red, nearly like glare. I could hear a cry in front, so low, interrupted, full of agony.
"Lucius..."
My chest pounded with my ribs.
I turned about and peered through the woods. "Who's there?"
The voice was repeated, all the more distinctly. "Help me..."
I made a thrust, branches lacerated my flesh, thorns tore my arms. Then I saw her.
She was on her knees in the mud, with torn clothes and blood on them. She screamed, and her hair clung to her face; her shoulders trembled. Her fingers were clasped about her belly, and the blood between them.
"No," I whispered.
She lifted her head.
Her eyes met mine.
Pain ripped through my chest.
"Ari," I breathed.
She reached for me. "Why
