He was so close...so damn close.
But before he could reach them, before he could even stretch out his hand to catch a glimpse of her, he had already transferred in the air to catch her.
But a wall of bodies crashed into him.
He slammed against the ground, his body skidding across the dirt and stopping just inches from the cliff's edge. Snarling, he tried to rise, to leap after her—but hands gripped him, rough and unrelenting.
Pack warriors.
They pinned him down, holding his limbs, his shoulders, his throat—anything to keep him from throwing himself over the ledge.
"LET ME GO!" he roared, thrashing with every ounce of strength in him. "She's falling—SHE'S—!"
But they didn't loosen their grip.
Because they knew.
Anyone who jumped wouldn't survive.
The others were caught too. Lucian roared like a beast betrayed by the world itself, thrashing against the hands that held him. His claws slashed through flesh, but still they didn't let him go.
