Lucien’s pov.A month ago…

I had died. Any normal human being would have died, but I slowly drifted.

The weakness was everywhere, on my hands, my tongue, the cold dirt beneath me. My wolf whimpered faintly somewhere in the back of my head, too weak to heal, too wounded to fight.

Ezra had retreated, leaving me to slowly leave this world. But only one thing kept flashing in my memory, filling me with regret and pain.

Something I wished I’d said earlier.

“I love you, Ivy.”

And then ...