Chapter 122 - The Distance Between

The fire had burned low, a soft ember glow licking at the edges of the clearing.

Lucien stood at the perimeter, blade loose in his grip, eyes cutting through the dark.

The forest was quiet.

Too quiet.

Something was wrong.

Lucien exhaled through his nose, slow and measured. The cold bit at his skin, but the bond hummed faintly at the back of his ribs—not pulling, not pressing, just there.

Taryn was asleep inside.

Or at least, she was trying to be.

Lucien didn't reach for her. He hadn't in days. He wasn't sure if she would even notice if he did.

He flexed his fingers against the worn hilt of his sword, rolling his shoulder, letting the tension settle. Nothing yet. But he could feel it coming.

And then—

A sound.

Soft. Sudden.

A single snap of a branch breaking under weight.

Lucien stiffened.

His gaze was fixed on the tree line.

Then—a blur of motion.

Fast. Too fast.