The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
Tears welled in her eyes as she begged, “Please, Lucian. Your father… he’s already risking everything for us. Don’t let his sacrifice be in vain.”
Her hands cradled his face, her anguish palpable in the air between them. Lucian, moved by her distress, tenderly held her wrists. “I must go,” he whispered softly, sealing his words with a kiss on her forehead—a gesture of respect and a silent goodbye.
With a heavy heart, Lucian turned and walked out of the cabin. There, he was met by the solemn faces of those he held dear: his cousin Cheyenne, his brother, and Visenya’s family, gathered in a tight cluster, along with Caspian and Victoria—all of them a stark reminder of what was at stake.