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“Lucian saved my life,” Bryn told him. “I saw him fight off dozens of wolves before he helped my mother give birth to me. If not for him, I don’t know where she or I would be.”

He ran his hands over his face as he processed the information. And then, he slowly got to his feet and headed to the cabin’s back door.

Bryn started after him. “Wait, Dom—”

I caught her arm and tugged her to my side. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “He’s just going for a run.”

“Oh.” She relaxed into my chest. “When do you think he’ll be back?”

“Hard to say.” I could have reached out to him telepathically, but that would have been overstepping. “I’m sure he’ll be back soon. Do you mind waiting?”

She shook her head. “Let’s give him all the time he needs.”

Though it was early morning, I grabbed a beer from the fridge—I needed something to fortify myself—and got some water for Bryn. I moved some throw pillows to the armchair and sat on one side of the couch. Bryn finished her water and settled in beside me. She grabbed