Chapter 52 Together

• Lucian woke the next morning to the faint light creeping through the broken windows of the manor, casting soft shadows across the room. Arabelle was still asleep beside him, her face peaceful, untroubled by the weight of the world they would soon face. He quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her, and dressed quickly. The events of the previous night lingered in his mind—her words, her touch, the shared promises in the dark. But now, the day had come, and with it, the battle he knew was inevitable.
• Stepping out onto the crumbling balcony once again, Lucian breathed in the cold morning air, allowing it to clear his thoughts. War was on the horizon, and Florian still held Jennifer. He knew he couldn’t waste time any longer. He had to rally his forces, gather the rogue wolves, and prepare for the fight ahead. There was no turning back now.
• As he stood there, a familiar voice cut through the silence behind him.