Lucien’s pov.

Her wolf form was white. It was the first white fur I’d ever seen in the pack.

Ivy Rune was supposed to be wolfless, at least in form. But now weak in front of me, it was beautiful.

Exhaustion had taken her second after saying my name.

At first, she’d been terrified. I’d sensed it. No one had seen my hybrid form before—very few even knew it existed. The only hybrid in the entire legacy. Some called me the moon goddess’s consolation for my family’s losses. Others ...