The night after the attack, there was nothing. They'd escaped in the nick of time, but not without consequences. There was a tautness in the air between them. Serena sensed it in every glance, every unspoken word they shared. There was the Onyx wolf she had no words in which to speak, but all she had wanted was to understand him, more than anything, but the closer she came to the shadow at the center of that beast, the more he drove her away from their mouths that spoke affection to her.
Lucian sounded irritated, his furrowed brow unable to figure out how to accommodate them in the same area without murdering her. He'd been her guardian, always willing to shield her, but now he was losing control — not just of their safety, but of her.
