Instantly, I felt the back of my eyes burn with unshed tears. My throat felt like it was closing up, and all of a sudden, I felt the entire weight of everything that had happened crash upon me.
Lucien looked a little more tired than I had last seen him. He was wearing a wig that hid his silver hair, but I would recognize his face anywhere. His eyes were weary, and there were some fresh cuts and bruises scattered across his skin that were healing in real time.
His werewolf healing was fighting every bit of damage that had been done to his body, and I watched as they vanished before my very eyes. The smaller injuries disappeared fairly quickly, while the larger ones took a while.
