Lucien’s POVThe air outside my chamber felt colder than usual.

Or maybe it was just me.

Every breath I took burned on the way out, like the air itself was angry that I’d left her standing there.

Pregnant.

The word wouldn’t stop ringing in my head.

I’d faced death. Blood. Betrayal. I’d fought wars that shattered packs.

But nothing, absolutely nothing had ever made me feel the way that single word did when it fell from her lips.

I walked.

Not toward anywhere in particular. Just away. ...