ISLA
I lay there, crying on Lucian's body, my tears falling onto his battered skin. I felt like I had lost him, like my wolf's actions had taken him away from me forever.
But then, I felt him stir beneath me. He was moving, waking up. He called out my name, his voice weak but unmistakable.
“Isla…”
I looked up, my eyes locking onto his face. "Lucian, you're okay!" I exclaimed, relief washing over me.
I jumped onto his body, embracing him tightly. But as soon as I did, he whimpered in pain, and I realized that I was putting pressure on his wounds.
I pulled back, apologizing profusely. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Lucian," I said, my hands hovering over his body as if unsure of where to touch him.
Lucian's eyes locked onto mine, and he smiled weakly. "It's okay, Isla," he whispered
