~Hazel~

I paced back and forth in my chambers, my nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. The image of Lucian caring for that... thing kept replaying in my mind like a cruel joke.

"She's nothing!" I hissed to myself, grabbing a vase from my dresser and hurling it against the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces, much like my dreams. "She's wolfless! A criminal! A murderer!"

But none of that mattered to him, did it? The way he looked at her—like she was the only thing ...