Laura's hands shook as she closed her bedroom door behind her. The image of Lucian—powerful, unbreakable Lucian—caught in the grip of nightmares wouldn't leave her mind.
She sank onto the edge of her bed, touching her wrist where his fingers had gripped her. It didn't hurt, not really, but she could still feel the heat of his touch, the desperation in his eyes before he recognized her.
"Amara," she whispered the name to the empty room. His mate. A woman he'd loved and lost. A woman whose death he blamed himself for.
Laura hugged herself, suddenly cold despite the warm night air drifting through her open window. How had her life become this complicated? Four months ago, she had been Luna to the Silver Moon Pack, devoted to Kieran, believing in their future together.
Now...
Now she was
