Serena clung to Lucian in an embrace so tight she could hardly draw breath for the fear threatening to burst from her. His forehead was oily with sweat; his heart beat faintly. It was as if his body was still fighting the naked strength it had encountered in the woods. She'd done everything she could think of—begged the moon goddess to have him wake up. But the pack doctors reassured he was fine other than the "severe bruising and cuts."
"He'll wake up soon." The pack doctor responded before walking away. But really, that haven't done much to help her pain.
Serena sat at Lucian's bedside, anxiety weighing down her heart. The room was still except for the gentle rustling of leaves outside his room. Her mind most certainly was not at ease, she had freed the Onyx Wolf—her heart of darkness—and it had damned near destroyed the landscape of the world.
