Lucien

The rune should have vanished from his mind the moment he stopped looking at her skin, but it hadn’t. 

Even hours later, Lucien still saw it every time he blinked… the black mark that didn’t belong on the living.

Death-bound.

He had seen it only once before.

And that body had never breathed again.

The beast inside him was restless, shifting beneath his ribs like it wanted to tear out, but not in rage. In unease, his beast feared ...