Lucian's heart raced in his chest while the Silver Ridge pack warriors pulled him down the dark, icy corridor. He had heavy chains around his wrists, but this did little to alleviate the dread that now gnawed at him. His mind was still spinning from the revelation — the prophecy, Serena's sacrifice. He couldn't make himself believe it, but all the signs pointed to the truth. And now, the ritual was imminent.
The torches flickered in the darkness, casting wavering shadows of people as the cold stone crept into his skin from all sides. As they walked, with each step dragging him further into the bowels of darkness, they dragged him further away from any hope of saving Serena or himself.
As Lucian neared the ritual chamber he caught a strange but familiar scent and something stirred. The power thickened the air, surging like electricity, raising the hair at the back of Lucian's neck. He could feel that — the unmistakable Serena presence.
