CHAPTER 195
The clearing felt too small the moment Lucian stepped back, putting several yards of silver-grey dirt between them.
The warmth of his hand was gone, replaced by the biting evening air that hissed as it met Isabella's skin.
"According to the books, Lycan doesn't respond to meditation, Isabella," Lucian said, his voice dropping that rare warmth from moments ago. He stood with his feet braced, his silhouette looking like an immovable statue of black marble. "It responds to survival."
"I will not lie to you. This will not be like the training you saw in the South. There will be no wooden swords or sparring circles. To find your shift, we have to push you to the very edge of your sanity. We have to make the human part of you so desperate that the Lycan has no choice but to tear its way out to save you."
