Lucian
Mara stirred. Then slowly, her eyes opened.
I was at her side in seconds, pressing a kiss to her forehead before she even sat up. Her smile was bright, untouched by everything she’d just endured.
“We kicked some ass, Lucian,” she said, grinning.
I laughed softly, brushing hair from her face. She made it sound like she’d woken from a nap, not barely survived a battle. My throat tightened. She could’ve died out there. And she only made it through because she stood her ground—because she had to. Her alpha had failed her.
“How are Rowan and Darian?” she asked, voice suddenly serious.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. But I’m sure they’re fine.”
She nodded, trusting me, and swung her legs off the bed. “Let’s go home.”
“I’ve got you,” I said, and helped her down.
“I feel so rested,
