LUCIAN POINT OF VIEW

The forest was quiet.

We moved through it anyway, faster than caution, slower than panic. Branches scraped my cloak as I pushed through them, my voice already hoarse from calling her name.

“Aria!”

My wolf howled inside me, restless and afraid. The bond pulled hard, then loosened, then pulled again, like a hand slipping through my fingers. It was the worst kind of feeling, knowing something was wrong but not knowing where to run.

“Aria!” Damon shouted somewhere ...