Chapter 165 Plan For Hunt

• || Lilac’s POV ||
• The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the room in pale gold. I stood frozen in the doorway, my fingers gripping the frame until my knuckles turned white. Behind me, Alaric's presence was a storm barely contained, his disapproval radiated through the bond we hadn't yet named, his jaw clenched tight enough to crack stone.
• "It's going to be okay," I whispered, more to myself than to him.