LUCIAN'S POV
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There's a shift in her. I can feel it the second it happens. I can see it the second her olive hues darken to an emerald, the gold flecks in the wheels becoming more vibrant. Her petite frame, which has put on some muscle since she came here, relaxes despite the cold air that hugs around us. The fire helps, but it isn't enough to keep us warm like our beds. Her eyes stay locked on mine, and Atticus starts howling inside of my head. My eyes narrow on her as a headache starts to form at the loud roar in my head.
'Cut it out.' I snap at Atticus, who, in return, howls even more, louder this time. 'What is it?' My patience is spread thin between his roar and her glare. I can feel his stomping as if he were shaking the very bones inside of my body while panting, 'My mate, my
