Evelyn's POV
If anyone had told me that one day I'd be trudging through a dark, thorn infested forest with a centuries old werewolf slash psycho warlord, I would've laughed right in their face. But here I was, walking right behind Lucian, brushing aside vines that seemed personally offended by my existence, while my arms and legs collected scratches like they were merit badges.
The trees grew thicker as we moved further into the borderlands. Their branches twisted together above our heads, blocking out even the faintest moon light. It was so dark that I could barely see Lucian's broad back in front of me, not that I needed reminding that he was there. His presence was as commanding as ever, like he owned the forest and everything in it.
