Leonidas’ POVThe morning after felt like it should have been different. Lydia was curled against me, her small frame pressed so tightly to mine as though she feared I would vanish if she let go. For the first time in weeks, there had been quiet. Not peace per-se because grief still lingered in her eyes, and my own heart still carried the weight of too many ghosts, but quiet.And yet quiet never lasted long in my world.The knock came sharp against the door, dragging me out of the warmth of Lydia’s body and the rare comfort of her steady breathing. I eased away from her, careful not to stir her, though I knew she wasn’t truly asleep. Lydia hadn’t been sleeping. Not well, anyway. Still, I let her pretend, and I went to the door.Cassian stood there, his face drawn tight, eyes dark with the kind of news I had learned to dread. My stomach clenched before he even opened his mouth.“She’s gone.” His voice was grave, unyielding. “Kaela’s gone.”The words slammed into me, knocking the brea
Lydia’s POVLeonidas and I walked in silence back toward the castle, the sound of our footsteps crunching against the gravel path the only thing filling the heavy air between us. I should have been thinking of Rina, of her face, of the way she used to laugh until her stomach hurt. But instead, all I could think about was the way Leonidas looked stepping out of the water, broad shoulders gleaming, droplets running down his chest like they belonged there, every muscle moving like he’d been sculpted by something otherworldly.And the shame of it burned me from the inside out.God, Lydia. Just weeks after your best friend’s death, and here you are, wanting. Wanting your husband like you’ve never wanted anyone else. Wanting him so badly it hurt to walk beside him, hurt to breathe the same air, hurt to keep your hands to yourself.The closer we drew to the castle, the tighter my stomach knotted. I couldn’t look at him. I didn’t dare. If I did, he would see it all written across my face, th
Lydia’s POVLeonidas surfaced again, water cascading down his face, dark hair plastered back against his head. His chest rose and fell, slick with the silver of moonlight, each ripple in the water cutting sharp against his shoulders as if the stream itself bowed to him. He turned his head, catching me watching him. The corner of his mouth tugged up, not in arrogance, not fully, but in that way that always felt like he knew more than I did.“You’re staring again, Little Flame,” he said, voice carrying easily across the water.I made a face and dipped my toes deeper in, as if I could hide the heat that threatened to climb up my neck. “I’m not staring. I’m just… making sure you don’t drown.”His laugh came low and warm, almost like a growl. “Do I look like someone who could drown?”“Yes,” I shot back, folding my arms. “Everyone can drown. Even overconfident wolves who think they’re invincible.”He pushed through the water toward me, each movement fluid, easy, and maddeningly graceful. “
Lydia’s POVGrief is not loud. It is not screaming, or wailing, or even the sound of glass shattering.It is quiet.It creeps in when no one is watching, when the world has gone to sleep and the only thing left is silence. Silence that digs into your bones, silence that mocks you because you know the person you loved will never break it again.That’s what Rina’s absence feels like. A silence so sharp I feel like it has replaced my blood with knives.Every time I close my eyes, I see her. Not smiling, not laughing like she used to, but lying there in the dirt, her hair tangled and her skin cold. My mind won’t let me remember her the way she was alive. It forces me to replay the image of her body. Gone. And it’s my fault.I keep saying that to myself, over and over, until the words carve themselves like open wounds inside my head. If I had been faster, if I had seen the signs, if I had never pulled her into my world, she would still be here. She would still be alive, breathing, cursing
Leonidas’s POVI had seen pain before.I had seen wolves torn apart in battle, heard the cries of families mourning their dead, watched blood stain the snow red during winters when food was scarce. Pain was something I understood.But this- this was different.Lydia wasn’t just in pain. She was drowning in it. After Logan delivered the news about Rina’s death, she collapsed into my arms, her screams cutting through the air so sharply it made even Logan flinch. I held her tight, but it didn’t matter. Nothing I did mattered. Her body shook against mine, her tears soaking into my chest, her nails clutching desperately at my shirt like she could hold herself up through me.That was hours ago, and still she hadn’t stopped crying.She sat on the edge of the bed now, her back hunched, her eyes swollen and red. Silent tears still ran down her pale cheeks, leaving glistening trails. She hadn’t spoken since that first scream. She hadn’t eaten. She hadn’t even looked at me.It killed me.“Lydia,
Lydia’s POV“It looked like the person who took her hid his or her scent well,” Logan said, his voice low but sharp. “We found no trace or hint of anything strange, except for Rina’s.”His tone was different now. On edge and hollow. Like he was trying to control himself, but I could hear the anger hiding underneath every word.I was barely holding myself together. If it weren’t for Leonidas’s arm wrapped firmly around me, I think I would’ve just crumpled right there onto the cold floor. I wasn’t even sure if my legs were working anymore. My body felt heavy, my chest felt hollow, and my head was buzzing so loud I couldn’t think.My heart wasn’t just breaking, it felt like someone had taken it in their hands and crushed it into a thousand jagged pieces. The news that Rina had vanished was already bad enough, already ripping me apart from the inside… but then Logan had to say there was blood. In her dress. Her blood.I wanted to scream. To hit something. To claw at the walls until my fin