Isla slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the lingering haze of sleep. She felt warmth wrapped around her and noticed a soft duvet draped over her body. She was lying on the couch in Lucian’s study, the scent of leather and pinewood filling the room. She shifted slightly, realizing she was dressed in a simple, soft gown.
Her heart sank when she noticed that Lucian wasn’t there. She sat up slowly, feeling a dull ache in her body from exhaustion. Memories from her interaction with Lucian’s wolf, Thorne rushed back, Lucian’s weakened state, her own desperation as she poured her energy into him to keep him strong. She had fallen asleep at his side, but now he was gone.
She glanced around the study. The tall bookshelves loomed around her, filled with worn tomes and maps. A soft knock at the
