Chapter 47 You've Lost

• Lucian's POV
• The cold night air whipped across my face as I carried Arabelle, her body limp over my shoulder. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound of our footsteps muffled by the distant howls of my pack. I knew they were waiting, ready to fight if Florian and his army gave chase. But for now, silence lingered, broken only by the crackle of flames that consumed parts of the fortress behind us.
• Arabelle stirred slightly, a soft groan escaping her lips. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow, but she was alive. That was all that mattered.