Lucien

Lucien sat alone in his chamber, staring at the fire as it burned low. He had not taken off his cloak since returning. Snow still clung to it, damp and heavy, but he didn’t care.

He could still hear their whispers. They thought he didn’t hear, but he always heard.

The cursed Alpha.

The stranger girl.

The trial.

That word clung to him most of all. Trial. Nicholas had not wasted time spreading it. By dawn, the whole pack would know.

The word ...