Chapter 346

• Third Person’s POV
• The Eastern Pack manor had grown quieter since the night Lucien had carried Aria—Riley—back from the West. The air within its stone walls was thick with healing herbs, whispered prayers, and the restless pacing of a mate who refused to leave her side.
• Day after day, Lucien remained near her bed. When she drifted in and out of uneasy sleep, he read softly from old tomes, or told her stories of battles fought and nights when the moon shone silver on their land. His voice was roughened by sorrow, but beneath it, a pulse of love ran steady as a heartbeat.