Chapter 38

Lucien POV

I tightened the final clasp on my jacket, the silver cool against my thundering pulse. Serena’s scent, a calm lake in the eye of my storm, was the only thing holding my wolf back from a bloody rampage.

She adjusted the strap of her gown, her movements graceful and deliberate, a queen preparing for battle. I could feel the weight of the dagger she’d hidden, a silent promise of the war we both knew was coming.

The heavy oak door groaned as I pulled it open, revealing ...