LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The room was quiet now, but my mind was a raging storm. The scent of burning candles mingled with the tense air, thick and suffocating. Serena's black eyes bore into me, her presence demanding attention as though she were a predator waiting for the prey's next move. My thoughts roared like an unstoppable tide—Teresa, the twins, my pack... How could I risk them? But how could I not?
Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and broke the silence. "Go on, let's hear it," I said, my voice steady, though inside, I felt anything but.
Serena tilted her head slightly, a faint, unnerving smile curving her lips. "As expected of the Alpha," she said, her tone almost mocking. "To summon Raivo, you will drink a concoction made from the venom of a vampire—donated willingly, of course—and the root of the lunar werewood. The venom binds you to Raivo's bloodline; the root connects your soul to the spirit realm."
