Chapter 8

Third POV

The knock came just before dawn. Sharp. Urgent.

Lucien was still half-dressed, the sound pulling him from restless sleep. His wolf stirred under his skin, uneasy, growling before he even knew why.

“Alpha,” came the guard’s voice from the other side. “There’s a woman at the gates. Says she knows you.”

Lucien’s hand stilled at his collar. “Who?”

“She says she’s… the one from the feast. The woman you were with. She claims she carries your ...