LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The weight of Mai in my arms was almost too much to bear. Her tiny frame pressed against my chest, her blank silver eyes a constant reminder of my failure. Ares, snarled in the back of my mind. He didn't trust anyone near her. Not Adrian, not Elizabeth, not even me. While on the other hand, Raivo was still suspiciously silent.
The witches grand hall was suffocating with silence as Elizabeth finished the binding ritual. Her hands glowed faintly as she worked, her voice a steady hum of ancient incantations. A thick, heady scent of herbs and ash filled the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of my own dread.
Finally, she stood, wiping sweat from her brow, and looked at Adrian and me. "It's done," she said softly. "Her wolf is bound, her scent masked. To the world, she's human now."
