CHAPTER 201
The walk back to the estate had been a heavy, suffocating blur. Isabella's feet dragged across the uneven earth, her legs feeling like leaden weights as she forced one foot in front of the other.
Beside her, every step was a battle against the exhaustion pulling at her soul, while her right arm continued to throb with that heat that refused to fully dissipate.
Lucian walked ahead of her, his silhouette carved from the shifting shadows of the forest. He moved with grace, despite the dead weight of the unconscious wolf boy draped over his shoulder like a hunter's prize.
He didn't speak, but the air around him was thick, charged with the electric tension of a Sovereign who was extremely on guard, his senses flared to catch the slightest snap of a twig.
