LUCAS’S POV
I was running through a dark forest, branches tearing at my clothes and skin. Ahead, I could hear her screaming.
Liora.
She burst into a clearing, terror on her face as she looked back at whatever pursued her. Dark figures emerged from the trees, faceless men with weapons raised.
I ran faster, my wolf surging forward to protect what was mine.
But before I could reach her, the ground gave way beneath her feet. She fell, tumbling toward a cliff edge that hadn’t been there a moment before.
I dove forward, my hand catching her wrist just as she went over.
“Don’t let go,” she sobbed, her weight pulling at my grip. “Please, don’t let me fall.”
“I’ve got you,” I said, trying to pull her up.
But something was wrong. My strength was failing, my fingers slipping on her skin no m
