Lucian's POV
And through the storm, I heard it again....the cry of the unseen child.
This time, it wasn't a cry of birth.
It was a wail of mourning.
For what had just been lost.
Her name left my lips before I even realized I was shouting it.
"Selene!"
The echo of my voice tore through the broken air and was swallowed by the heavy, suffocating silence that followed. And then i was back at the apothecary again.
The apothecary was wrecked beyond recognition. Every jar had exploded, every shelf splintered and the scent of burnt herbs clung to the air like smoke from a dying fire. Runes along the walls flickered weakly, their light sputtering like the final heartbeat of fading magic. And at the center of it all, lying where she had stood moments before, was the Bloodstone Feather, dim now, but still pulsing faintly like a dying heart.
