Chapter 339

• Lucien’s POV
• The forest reeked of blood and pursuit. My wolf strained against my ribs, urging me to turn and fight, to rip through the Western warriors baying for our blood. But I couldn’t—not when her hand was locked in mine, trembling yet unyielding. Not when fate had given her back to me after five long years of tormenting silence.
• Aria—Riley. Even with her face hidden beneath the mask, even when doubt clouded her eyes, I felt the truth in every heartbeat that tethered us. She was mine. She had always been mine.