LUCIANThe room is warm and alive—filled with laughter, the low murmur of conversations, and the unmistakable sound of clinking cutlery.Everyone has finally gathered around the long, polished table set in the center of the room.Plates have been passed around, steam curling up into the air carrying the scent of roasted meats, seasoned vegetables, and freshly baked bread.Large bowls of buttery garlic potatoes are set down one after another, followed by grilled ribs glazed in honey and spice, and trays of baked fish seasoned with herbs.There are pitchers of mulled wine, bottles of aged whiskey, and goblets of sweet berry juice for those who prefer it.The kitchen had outdone themselves, just like I had asked them to.As I sit at the head of the table watching as laughter echoes through the room, forks dig into meals, and stories are exchanged across the table like currency, I notice the tension of the past weeks seems to have melt from everyone's shoulders.I glance over to Ingrid wh
LUCIANThe room is quiet as I lie in bed with Ingrid curled up against my side, our heartbeats finding the same rhythm.Her fingers trace lazy patterns across my chest, and my own hand mirrors the movement along her arm—slow, back and forth, memorizing her again.She exhales softly, her breath warming my skin, her head resting on my chest like it belongs there. And it does.I lean down, pressing a kiss to her forehead and she tilts her head up to look at me, a sleepy smile pulling at her lips.I smile back, my fingers lingering in her hair. “We should probably get out of bed,” I mutter. “They’re waiting for us downstairs.”She groans and lifts her leg, draping it over my thigh, adjusting herself closer, her skin soft against mine, the warmth of her body making it hard for me to move. “I don’t want to leave this room,” she sighs, her voice quiet but full of emotion. “I want us to stay here, just us… after everything, we deserve some rest, Lucian.”A soft laugh escapes me and I nod, st
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