Chapter 128

• “Lucas?” I murmured groggily, my voice thick with sleep as I stirred from unconsciousness.
• The bed beneath me shifted, the subtle pull of warmth slipping away. I blinked slowly, wincing as the early light filtering through the curtains pierced my vision. My cheek dropped unceremoniously to the mattress when his paw withdrew from beneath my head, leaving a faint thump in its place.
• I opened my eyes just in time to catch a glimpse of him—of it—as he shook out his massive, furred body, the coarse silver strands catching the morning glow like steel threads. Then, without a glance in my direction, he trotted toward the door of our bedroom.