Chapter 13 Chapter 13

LUCIAN'S POV

The morning air had a bite to it sharp, brisk, laced with dew but I barely felt it. I stood on the terrace overlooking the training grounds, arms folded across my chest, eyes fixed on her.

The rogue.

'She's not a rogue. She's our...' my wolf grunted in my head but I cut him off.

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