Lyanna
Lucien looks tense at the crackling of thunder. He grits his teeth, looking around, "We can't stay here."
He grabs my hand, pushing past Damon's dead body to the front door.
"Let's see if we can beat the rain to my place," he adds.
"What about your wolf? He'll be drenched!" I turn to look at Lucas, shrunken to the size of a puppy, trotting behind us.
"He'll be fine. He is not some helpless little puppy," he drags me out of the door.
In this case, he kinda is.
Lucien drags me along to his car, occasionally cursing under his breath each time the thunder snaps.
He opens the car door for me, "Get in quickly," There's a sense of urgency in his voice, as if something bad is about to befall us.
I get in, still trying to process his actions, "What's the matter with you? Why are you so agitated? Is something else happening?" I wipe my face, feeling my heart thump lightly with anticipation.
