Lucian's POV
The moment that bullet shot me, the sharp pain coursed through me, and I knew I was done for. But at the same time, I tore apart that bastard before he could even think of touching her.
I turned to her as if it was basic instinct. All I could think about in that moment was her—not the pain, not the death that was about to swallow me.
The pain of that deadly silver bullet was like it was burning my soul, but all I wanted was to reach her for the last time.
I barely took a step toward her, but the deadly silver in that damn bullet worked faster, ripping away any ounce of strength I had left. I fell to the ground without even getting to touch her one last time. I was lying there in my human form, helpless, waiting for death to approach me.
But the worst part was, I had never thought to let her see me in such a condition—when I had always been nothing but inhuman strength.
