~Isabella’s POV

The full moon hung in the sky like a pale sentinel, casting a soft glow over everything below. I could see Lucian pacing, his form restless in the dim light. His muscles tensed with every step, and I could feel the undercurrent of tension in the air, as if his very being was waiting for something, something that had always been there, lurking in the shadows. The transformation. The beast.

I knew the fear that gripped him. I could see it in his eyes, in the way his hands ...