INGRIDI turn around, and Lucian is right there, his chest warm against mine, his eyes burning into me like I’m the only thing that exists.His skin is damp from the steam, his breath warm, his gaze soft but hungry.I can’t believe he’s real, that he’s here, right in front of me, and that I’m touching him."You have no idea," I whisper, my voice trembling, "how much I’ve missed you… especially thinking I was never going to see you again."He clenches his jaw like he’s swallowing the same grief, and he leans in, his hands firm on my waist, before I feel the cold tiles at my back.He presses me there, lifting one of my legs around his waist, the heat of his body sinking into mine like a brand.His forehead rests against mine, and he sighs against my ear, "I swear to you, Ingrid… I will never leave your side again."My back arches instinctively, desperate to close the space between us, to feel every inch of him, and a soft sound tears from my throat, raw and aching.One of my hands glide
LUCIANThe murmurs of conversations buzz around me like distant echoes, the living room is filled with familiar faces.It feels surreal, watching everyone without raised weapons or snarling threats, and at this moment, peace feels foreign on my skin, almost suspicious.I glance toward Ezra, who’s leaning on the arm of a chair, pale and visibly weak, but upright.“Sit before you fall,” I bark, with a small grin, nodding toward the couch beside me.He exhales, chuckling as he lowers himself beside me. “Don’t jinx it.”I study him for a second, and I notice he still has that faint tremor in his hands, and his posture is tense like he’s bracing for something.“You’ve missed a lot, you know, ” I smirk, my tone low.Ezra leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “Catch me up. Last thing I remember is being stabbed and Aiden’s face above me… then nothing.”I nod slowly, drawing in a breath.“After chaos broke loose. We had to look for your cure, rogues stormed the compound, I almost died, and
INGRIDI join him quickly, shifting Emily in my arms as I move to his side.His gaze is fixed across the compound, toward the infirmary so I follow it.Someone is standing there, slightly hunched, as if still regaining his strength, and it’s unmistakably him.“Ezra,” I whisper.Lucian glances at me with a small nod.Without wasting another second, I gently place Emily in Lucian’s arms and take off running my feet across the grass.“Ezra!” I call from a distance.His eyes widen as I barrel toward him, arms wide open, and I crash into him with a hug, wrapping my arms tightly around him.He winces from the pressure but laughs, weakly but warmly, hugging me back.“You..” I mumble into his shoulder, my eyes already wet. “You scared me.”“You know me… always trying to make an entrance.” He responds in a hoarse but steady voice.I pull away, brushing his hair back with trembling fingers, then press the back of my hand to his forehead. He’s warm, but not burning.“You okay?” I ask, searching
LUCIAN.The walk back to the territory is quiet. Peaceful, almost. The air is cool against my skin, and the scent of pine clings to every breath I take.I carry Emily in one arm, close to my chest, her tiny heartbeat a soft rhythm that grounds me.My other arm is wrapped gently around Ingrid, who stays tucked against my side like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she lets go, and the same goes for me.Her warmth is real, and the weight of our daughter in my arms reminds me I’m alive. I couldn’t be more grateful.But as we move through the trees, something punches through my thoughts, and my heart stutters.“The antidote,” I breathe.Ingrid stops with me, lifting her head. “What?”“I left it. I found the herb for Ezra, but I didn’t grab it after I shifted. Everything happened so fast when I realized there was no truck.” I glance behind me, frustration building in my chest. “As soon as you two are safe, I’ll go get it.”Ingrid touches my chest gently and shakes her head. “You don’t have to. A
INGRIDHe stands there like a ghost, framed in moonlight, unmoving, blood streaking down his side, his eyes locked on mine.“No... no, it can’t be,” I whisper to myself.My throat dries instantly, and my heart skips, then slams so hard it hurts.I blink once, then again, and still, he’s there.“Kira!” I call, “Am I hallucinating, or can you see him too?” I ask, my voice barely more than a breath.“Mmmh,” Kira hums lowly in my head, her tone laced with awe. “I see him too.”He is standing over Aiden, who is groaning in pain beneath him.I take one step, then another, my feet feeling detached from my body, like I’m floating or in a dream, until I stop in front of him.Lucian doesn’t move. His dark and glassy eyes are locked on me, like he’s scared that if he blinks, I’ll vanish.I reach out, my fingertips brushing his hand, warm, rough, and real.I let out a shaky breath and trail my hand up his arm, his chest, then to the curve of his neck.My palm rests there, over the place where his
LUCIANThe moment my foot slipped from the cliff’s edge, time fractured into fragments—suspended between the snapping of branches, the rush of wind, and the sickening realization that there was no way of stopping what was coming.Tree limbs tore at my body as I went down, sharp, relentless claws of bark and splinters shredded through my flesh and fabric.Then, everything went still for a heartbeat before my back slammed against the earth with a deafening, brutal crack.Pain flared bright and immediate—and then, darkness followed.****************************************************************I woke up hours later, though it felt like I was out for centuries.At first, I couldn’t tell if I was dead or still falling. But then, the pain hit me. Not all at once, but in growing waves, like a tide rising to drown me.It started at the base of my spine and crawled up to every vertebrae, exploding across my ribs, my skull, my limbs.I couldn’t move my legs, hands, or even any of my fingers.