Lucien's POV
Two weeks.
Two weeks of pretending I don't know.
Two weeks of watching Kieran and Caelan tear themselves apart, sending warriors into the woods, barking orders like it would bring her back.
Two weeks of keeping my mouth shut while the whole pack whispers about curses and omens and how maybe the goddess has finally realized her mistake and decided to correct it.
Two weeks of fire eating me alive from the inside.
I know where she is.
I put her there.
I carried her, bleeding and broken, into Mora's shadow.
But no one can know that. Not my father or the pack. Not even my brothers.
Especially not my father.
So I run with the search parties. I snarl at every wolf who suggest she is gone. I dig my claws into dirt and bark and tear apart shadows, knowing she won't be there.
Every step I take feels like a lie.