Lucien ran.

The snow blew past his cloak and bit into his skin.

He didn’t feel it. In fact, he couldn’t even feel anything else at the moment other than fear.

He had lost a mate once, and he had been permanently scarred after that. Lucien was not going to allow history to repeat itself.

He was going to save Aria even if it cost him his life. So he disregarded everything, the pain that wrecked his body, the shivers that ran down his spine every time he placed his weight on his ...