LUCIUS POV.
The moment we heard the noise and rushed to see what was happening, behold there was a girl in the courtyard, I found myself frozen where I stood.
Some pack guards were already muttering, and some looked annoyed, some curious, but I didn't hear them. My eyes locked on her…for the reason all of us had rushed out as if the roof was on fire.
She was dressed in rags, her gown was already worn out, patches on the knees, the hem torn and dragging against the dusty ground. Yet despite that, her hair…looked like that of a goddess.
It was golden silk, strands glinting beneath the fading sunlight as though she carried light within her. It fell long past her shoulders, flowing with every small movement she made. And her eyes… was brown, soft, but wide with fear…stirred something in me I thought I had long buried.
It wasn't just curiosity, It was recognition.
