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Jane Jenkins (POV) Healing isn’t quiet. That’s what surprises me most. It isn’t just rest and sleep and fading pain—it’s memories surfacing at inconvenient moments, emotions crashing without warning, Aurora’s instincts flaring when my mind wants calm. Some mornings I wake up steady. Other days, my hands shake when I hear raised voices in the corridor. Lucas never leaves my side. He doesn’t hover, doesn’t smother. He simply is—a constant presence, a warm hand, a grounding heartbeat through the bond. When nightmares drag me under, he wakes me without a word, pulling me against him until the past loosens its grip. I’m sitting up now, wrapped in blankets, when Laria knocks softly before entering. “You look better,” she says gently, offering a small smile. “Stronger,” I correct. Her eyes soften. “Yes. You do.” She sits across from me, folding her hands in her lap. “The council will convene today. Drake asked if you wanted to attend.” My stomach tightens—but not with fear. “With
Jane Jenkins (POV) Pain fades in strange ways. It doesn’t disappear all at once. It loosens its grip slowly, like fingers reluctantly letting go. The ache in my body dulls first, then the sharp sting in my head eases, leaving behind a heavy exhaustion that sinks into my bones. I wake to warmth. Not the cold cement. Not damp air and shadows. This warmth smells like pine, earth, and home. Lucas. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m afraid to move. Afraid this is another trick—another cruel illusion my mind has made to survive the dark. But then I feel his arm around me, solid and real, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. He’s here. I breathe him in and feel my chest tighten. “I’m awake,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. His body goes rigid instantly. “Jane?” His voice cracks as he lifts his head. His eyes—those steady, fierce eyes—search my face like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he blinks. “Hey… easy. Don’t move too much.” I smile weakly. “You look terrible.” A
Jane (POV) The silence in this place is the worst kind. Not peaceful. Not calm. It presses in on me, heavy and suffocating, broken only by the distant sound of boots on concrete or the scrape of a chair being dragged somewhere far away. I’ve learned to count time by those sounds, by how often the door opens, by how weak my body feels when I try to stand. My stomach aches constantly now, a dull, gnawing pain that never truly fades. My throat feels raw, like sandpaper, from thirst. Still, I refuse to beg them. I refuse to give them that satisfaction. I tighten my arms around my knees and rest my forehead against them, breathing slowly, carefully. Panic wastes energy. Fear drains strength. And I need every scrap of strength I have left. Lucas’s face flashes in my mind—his smile, his steady presence, the way his eyes soften when he looks at me like I’m his whole world. The bond between us hums faintly, muted but not gone. That alone tells me I’m still alive. Still fighting. He’s comi
Lucas (POV) The three of us get to the cells and pass by the guards who are watching over the prisoner. Drake had already linked a guard to have Diana moved to the interrogation room, so we three walked in. Diana was chained to a chair in the middle of the room, and as soon as she saw me, she smiled. “I knew you would come and get me out.” I only shook my head and glared at her. “Where is my mate?” I said through gritted teeth. She frowned, “What??” “You heard him. Where is Jane?” Drake crossed his arms over his chest. “I... I have no idea. Why would I know?” She began trying to sound innocent. “Why did you come to Lucas’s room?” Wayne added, “Was it because you knew he was under the influence of the drug you put into his coffee?” She frowned, “What drug? I only wanted to see if I could do anything to help.” “Dressed like that?” Wayne sneered, “And after you placed a drug into his coffee?” I have to admit that he is good. He is the one that Drake calls for jobs like this. H
Lucas (POV) I kept pacing and haven’t slept since Jane’s disappearance. I am not the only one, as her family is very concerned. Her father, along with Drake, had been helping me in my search for Jane. I can’t seem to stay put; I have to keep moving. I want to get my mate home with me. Drake also has his best trackers out there looking for any signs and answers on Jane’s disappearance. They are still out there searching. All I can do is pray to the goddess for her safety. The nights are the toughest. I can’t sleep, so I stand at the window of our suite and wonder where my beautiful mate is and what could be happening to her. Thank the Goddess, I don’t feel any betrayal pains, so I know she is not being sexually assaulted. I want to kill the bastards who took my mate. The waiting is driving me mad. I gave up trying to sleep and went downstairs for breakfast. Drake and the family were already there. They all looked as bad as I felt. I got coffee and something to eat to keep my stren
Jane Jenkins (POV) It’s dark, and my head hurts. I groan and try to open my eyes, but they feel too heavy. I am not on a bed, and it feels like damp, cold, cemented ground. Where am I and what happened? I slowly opened my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I had gone blind when I realized it was because of no windows and how dark this place is. Just where am I? ‘Aurora?’ I called my wolf. She doesn’t respond, and I can’t even feel her. I frowned as I sat up and leaned against the wall. What happened? Where is my wolf? I searched my memory and remembered about wolfbane. The effect is that it puts your wolf to sleep. That must be what happened. I must have been injected with wolfbane. That would explain why I can’t feel my wolf. She is asleep. Why am I here? What do they want with me? The last thing I knew, I was to meet up with Glory as she had something exciting to tell me. Could it have been a trap? Come to think of it... Glory would have messaged me through the mind-link to m







