THIRD POV.
The place had emptied eventually. The guards left first. Then the servants. Even Clarissa finally walked away after realizing Lucian was no longer listening to anything she said. But the silence left behind felt worse.
Lucian stood alone near the pillar, his jaw tight enough to hurt.
Meadow was gone.
The thought kept replaying in his head over and over again like something his mind refused to fully process.
Gone.
Not hidden. Not missing.
Taken.
His breathing grew heavier.
The scent of crushed stone still lingered in the air from where he had cracked the pillar earlier, but it did nothing to cool the rage boiling beneath his skin now.
Alpha Killian.
Slowly, Lucian laughed once.
Cold and humorless.
“So that’s what this is,” he muttered darkly.
His eyes lifted toward
