“Lucian… my wolf… it hurts,” she breathed shakily. Then, in a trembling voice meant to sound noble, she rasped, “But go after Vivienne. She’s your Luna. Her feelings matter more.”
She said it loud enough to echo down the pack clinic’s hallway.
Lucian hesitated, jaw ticking, but only for a heartbeat. Then he shook his head and positioned himself between her and the attending healers. “No. Your condition comes first. Vivienne is just overwhelmed. She’s eight months along—any talk of separation terrifies a pregnant wolf. I’ll handle her later.”
His voice dropped to a low murmur, meant only for himself, “She’s only acting out.”
Then, without another glance in my direction, he swept Sabrina into his arms and carried her into one of the private pack infirmary rooms.
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