Lucian
Breakfast was unusually quiet the next morning. Everyone looked worn down—eyes heavy, movements sluggish—but Mara and I felt rested. A small blessing in the chaos.
“Have you sorted out the bunkers?” Mara asked, turning to Tiffany.
She nodded. “Children and women are being directed there in case of an attack. The nursery in the mansion’s underground wing is ready too.”
I glanced at her, genuinely impressed. That was the Luna’s role, but as Beta’s mate, Mara had delegated the task to Tiffany—and she had delivered. Efficient. Steady. Reliable. I just hoped she and Darian would finally work things out. I knew he’d hurt her—badly. And I wouldn’t blame her for staying mad. He’d been an arsehole. But they needed to move forward, one way or another.
“Master Lucian,” Austin’s voice brok
