Chapter 75

Lucien POV

Bjorn did not sleep.

He crouched at the edge of the Frostfang encampment like a shadow that refused to fade, massive and malformed, neither wolf nor man. His body trembled constantly, muscle shifting beneath fur that refused to settle into a single shape. One arm ended in a claw too large for his frame, the other hung half-human, half-beast. His face—Moon help me—his face was the worst of it. Human eyes trapped in something monstrous, burning with pain and ...