CHAPTER 100
The silence left in Elena's wake was heavy, pressing against Lucian's eardrums like the weight of the deep ocean.
Beside him, Clara was frozen, her breath coming in shallow hitches. She knew enough—every supernatural knew of this myth to realize that they were no longer standing in a room with a woman—they were standing in a territory that had already been claimed.
"Lucian," Whispered Clara. "We have to go. Now. The rift is still open behind us. If we leave, we can find a way to bind her, to—"
"No." The word was short, clipped, and final. Lucian didn't take his eyes off the Lycan. He couldn't.
The beast had lowered its center of gravity, its powerful haunches coiled like springs. The silver fur along its spine stood like glass, and the heat radiating from its body was beginning hit them hard.
