LUCIAN POINT OF VIEW.

I was still standing by the high window when my beta entered the chamber.

The torches were low, the Frostborne banners unmoving, and yet my thoughts would not settle. They circled one name again and again until it felt like a wound pressed raw.

Aria.

“You sent for me, my Alpha,” my beta said, stopping a few steps behind me.

I didn’t turn right away. “Tell me,” I asked quietly, “What do you see when you think of her, about Aria?”

There was a pause, he was ...