Luke, walking beside me through the trees, didn’t have to say a single word to let me know he understood. He could read the panic on my face and the desperation in my steps. He knew exactly how worried I was, and though he kept silent, he was tracking just as fiercely, just as relentlessly. He understood that this wasn’t just about duty or responsibility anymore. It wasn’t about Lyra’s bloodline or the possibility of royal ties. This was about something much deeper—because she was my mate. And losing her now, right after fate finally brought her to me, would destroy me from the inside out.
And I swear to the Moon Goddess herself, I was going to kill the bastard who took her from me. That much was absolute. No mercy. No hesitation. My fury was simmering just beneath the surface, ready to e
