Selene’s POVThe shack’s walls sagged, rot seeping from the wood, the air thick with damp and the sour stink of blood. Mist curled outside, gray and heavy, choking the pines, but inside, it was just us—me and Lucien, bruised and torn, the seer’s words still clawing at my skull: Break it as one, or burn as one. My bare feet stuck to the dirt floor, cold and gritty, jeans ripped at the thigh, blood streaking my skin from the scout fight—mine, theirs, his. Lucien slumped against the wall, shirt shredded, chest heaving, scars slashed open by claws, blood dripping dark and slow, pooling in the dirt. His ice-blue eyes glinted, half-lidded, pain etched deep, but alive—damn him, alive and pulling me in. I dropped to my knees beside him, mud sucking at my skin, green eyes sharp, breath tight in my chest. “You’re a mess,” I said, voice low, rough, hands shaking as I tore a strip from my sweater—already frayed, soaked with sweat and filth. He growled, low and wet, ice-blue flicking to me, his l
Last Updated : 2025-04-05
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