Lucas' POV
I bolted out of the darkened corridor, every fiber of my body thrumming with a singular purpose: find Elara. My wolf was clawing at the edges of my mind, his panic mirroring mine. The thought of her in danger, possibly alone and hurt, made my chest ache. She had to be okay. She had to be.
I didn’t make it far before I almost collided with Sabrina. She skidded to a halt, her wide eyes narrowing when she saw me. “Lucas! Thank the moon,” she said, her voice strained. “You have no idea how bad it’s gotten.”
“What happened?” I demanded, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Are you hurt? Is Elara with you?”
“Slow down,” she said, shrugging me off but not unkindly. “ Dad’s terrorizing people again,” she said flatly, not even looking like it bothered her. “But Aurelio’s finally ready to fight back.”