Lucian's POV
The morning sun had barely lifted itself over the mountain ridge when my mind began spiraling through every moment of the past few days, weaving them into a tangled web of worry I could no longer ignore. Too many things had happened in too little time, each one pushing me closer to the edge of something I could not yet define. Even now, as I stood in my office inside the pack, the scent of fresh parchment and cold stone grounding me, my thoughts remained anywhere but calm.
I could still see the image of Lyra trembling violently on that bed, the seal tearing through her veins like wildfire. I remembered the way Selene had held her, glowing with an otherworldly light that made the hairs on my neck rise.
