Third Perspective (Lucian)
“Seraphine,” Lucian murmured softly, his gaze fixed on her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had known all along that Liz was his mate when they switched bodies and hadn’t said a word.
A million thoughts flooded his mind, different scenarios playing out of what could have happened. Lucian wondered if he hadn’t switched bodies with Seraphine at the same time Liz showed up, maybe things would have been different.
Slumber had become a stranger to Lucian over the past few days, leaving him with a haunting weariness that was evident in the dark circles beneath his eyes. His inner wolf, too, bore the weight of sorrow, its anguish resonating deep within his soul. It was as if a vital piece of his being had been forcefully severed, leaving behind a gaping void.
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