Lucien stepped closer to the balcony, instincts screaming, heart thundering. Someone was there, someone familiar, someone he had been mourning for a year.
He didn't know how he knew. He didn't know how it happened. But he just knew within.
He took another step.
And another.
Until...
A body slid between him and the balcony like a blade of moonlight.
Dezyne Magnus...
Lucien nearly collided with him, shocked out of his trance. "Patriarch Magnus?"
Dezyne's expression was unreadable. Beautiful, sharp, and cold. Like the glacier of a thousand-year-old mountain. "You are disturbing the flow of magic, Alpha."
Lucien blinked. "What?"
Dezyne leaned in slightly, voice low, neutral, but edged like a knife. "Your emotions are… loud. Like a siren's song."
Lucien stiffened. "With all due respect..."
"And they are reaching places they should not."
Lucien's breath stilled, the words hitting him like a blow. "…What do you mean?"
