Chapter 86

Lucas’s POV

8 Days Before the Execution.

I don’t remember much of the journey back but just fragments. Pain blooming behind my eyes like fireworks, the taste of blood pooling at the back of my throat, and the wind of the Land of the Dead clawing at my back like it didn’t want to let go.

But I made it.

Somehow… I made it.

I made it out alive.

I stumbled through the pack’s eastern gates just as the sun dipped beyond the horizon. My knees buckled the moment my foot hit solid ground. It was over. Or at least, I prayed it was. I feel so weak

My fingers were trembling but I refused to let go of the vial. It pulsed faintly in my palm like it was alive,like it knew how close we were to losing everything.