The moment Katie screamed, Lucian felt it in his bones.
The chains that had bound him—cast by witches and sealed with Siren blood—snapped like twigs. He rose from his tomb, muscles coiling with ancient rage.
For centuries, he'd waited.
For her.
The Try-Brid. His fated one. The only one who could break his curse.
He closed his eyes, tasting her magic on the wind. Wolf. Vampire. Siren. All wrapped in one fragile, trembling girl.
"You are mine, Katherine. And nothing will keep me from you. Not gods. Not kings. Not even time."
He vanished into the night.
Meanwhile, Katie woke in Liam's bed, his scent drowning her senses. Safety, danger, obsession—it all tangled in her lungs.
He sat by the window, watching her.
"You're different. You're not just a wolf."
Katie swallowed. "Neither are you."
His jaw tightened. "I'll protect you. No matter what. Even from yourself."
But outside, the wind whispered.
Lucian was coming.
And he was willing to burn kingdoms for her.