Lucian's P.O.V. (Guest Appearances)
Mai was limp in my arms, her body unnaturally cold. My heart pounded as I cradled my daughter, my eyes scanning her pale face for any sign of consciousness. But she was gone—lost in whatever nightmare had just swallowed her whole.
The air in the room crackled, filled with ancient magic.
And then—
Eldur moved.
No.
Not Eldur.
Raivo
The moment Mai had collapsed, something inside him shifted. His red eyes darkened, the dim glow warping into something more sinister—more unnatural. His breathing became ragged, his entire frame tensing like a predator coiling to strike.
Raivo was holding the wheel of Eldur's body.
The scent of pure malice rolled off him in waves.
Then, with a slow, deliberate tilt of his head, he smiled.
It wasn't Eldur's usual smirk—the one filled with arrogance and calculated cruelty. No, this smile was hollow. Void of any humor. It was a predator's grin.
A shiver crawled up my spine.
