Serena POV

The moment the Elders’ barrier dissolved enough for me to move, I ran.

I did not care about the guards shouting my name. I did not care about the warriors trying to regain control after Clara’s attack. I only saw Lucien. He was half shifted, his form caught between man and wolf, a testament to the violent interruption. Blood seeped from a deep gash on his shoulder, painting dark streaks down his arm. He was unsteady on his feet, his broad shoulders slumped with a fatigue that was ...