LUCIANThe moon seems a little too bright tonight. The harsh silver light spills through the window, cutting sharp lines across the stone walls of my office.Thankfully, Leah's better, and she's resting now. The healers found an antidote just in time. My insides are boiling. I’m… twitching. My jaw locks so tight it hurts, and my fists clench at my sides like they’re trying to hold back a storm. Heat crawls up my neck, settling behind my eyes.Emily? Possessed? How? I can’t sit, I can’t lie down. I’m pacing like an animal in a cage. Because someone… can even call her someone? Something got into my home and poisoned my mate right under my nose, my command. And I didn’t see it coming.“You should sleep,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair.“Why?” Fenrir snarls from the shadows of my mind. “So you can pretend none of this happened?”I pace round the room, jaw clenched.“You’re burning through your nerves,” I say, trying to make it about him.“No. You are,” he snaps. “Because if yo
LUCIANI feel something off in the air the moment I step into the hall of the pack house. An unusual scent hits me. Like some sort of aura of illness. Like the cloying rot of fevered skin and damp linen. “Leah,” I mutter, my heart dropping.“Where is she?” I bark, already halfway down the corridor.Sasha meets me at the threshold of Leah’s room, her face pale and unreadable. “She’s inside. It’s… gotten worse.”“What?” I don’t wait for an answer. I push past her and into the room. The sight before me shocks me.Leah lies curled in the middle of the bed, her skin is weirdly red, and soaked in sweat. Her lips are cracked, trembling. Blood splatters onto the pillow as she coughs. “What the…”The world blurs as I stagger toward her, falling to my knees beside the bed.“Leah…”Her eyes flutter open, barely. “Luc.. Lician…”She tries to speak, but only a wheeze comes out. Her fingers reach for me, and I catch them, my heart burning with pain. I hold on like they’re the only thing keeping
LEAHThe morning is awfully cold today. It's been more than two weeks and my wounds are almost fully healed. A normal wolf would heal from an arrow wound in a matter of hours, but me being my wolfless self, I'm still stuck in my bed.I stare at the ceiling like it's supposed to blink. The huge blankets covering me are warm, but my skin is cold, too cold. Lucian brought me flowers this morning, again. He barely said a word, just set them on the windowsill and tucked the corner of my blanket. He probably thought I was still asleep. Maybe I wanted him to think I was. He didn’t kiss me this time. He just muttered something I couldn't make out in my pretend sleep, and smiled a little. I breathe in slowly, the scent of the white jasmine he brought clinging to the air like a memory. Why won’t he mark me?I press my hand to my chest, my skin bare. A silent thought creeps in my head like a fog. Maybe he won’t because I don’t have a wolf.I bite my lip.Maybe I’m not enough. Alpha’s are know
LUCIANThe scent of white jasmine clings to my fingers as I head towards Leah's room. I plucked them myself, quietly, from the pack’s greenhouse at dawn. I haven’t done something like this in years. Maybe never, not like this, and not for anyone.But for Leah… I’d do it again.She's asleep when I push the door open. The room is dim and warm, the curtains drawn just enough to let morning light spill across the stone floor like a gold ribbon. She’s curled under the sheets, her lips slightly parted, and her skin still pale, but peaceful. “She's here Lucian, she's still with you,” I unconsciously remind myself. I walk in slowly, careful not to wake her, and set the flowers in the small vase by her bedside. She shifts a little, and murmurs something under her breath. I brush a strand of hair from her face, letting my knuckles trail along her jaw. “Damn, you're beautiful” under my breath.She blinks awake.“Uhmmm… Good morning,” she whispers, her voice still thick with sleep.“Morning, m
LUCIANTwo weeks, and I haven’t left this chair. Not since they pulled the arrow from Leah's side. Not since they said it might take her a long time to heal because it's silver. Not since she stopped moving and the light drained from her face.Her skin is still ghost-pale, and her lips cracked and dry. A sharp scent of blood and bitter herbs still cling to her like her own scent. I don’t know how many hours have passed. I don’t think I’ve breathed properly since then either. I just can't stop asking myself. Why did I leave her that day? Why did I?Over the past couple of days, the pack healers have come and gone, hovering like moths, changing her bandages, and doing everything they can. But all they tell me is that her body is getting better, but her soul seems too far off.Sasha tried to get me to rest. Theron said something about strategy, and I growled at him. No one tries anymore. They just leave food on the table and walk out quietly, while I sit here, watching my mate in pain.I
LUCIANFor a second, I just stare after calling her name without response. The world feels muffled, like I’ve been shoved underwater. My chest twists as I try to take in the full sight in front of me. Her hair is clinging to her face, sticky with sweat and blood. So much of her blood seeping into the floor, even to my boots, the thick scent grabbing the space between my breaths.Her blood spreads all over my hands as I reach for her. I can barely breathe. I don’t remember shifting. Don’t remember tearing through the courtyard with her cradled against my chest like something fragile, already broken. My boots hit the stone floor of the infirmary hard enough to echo, and still the healers take too long.“Move,” I growl, my voice raw and guttural.Two nurses rush forward, trying to take her from me, but I don’t let go.“Alpha Lucian,” one of the elder medics says, almost like a plea. “Please, you need to release the Luna, so we can work.”My arms lock around her like chains on a drowning