Chapter 73

Amelia

By the time I finally emerge from the tree line, I’ve managed to regain some semblance of composure. My eyes are still red-rimmed and swollen, my cheeks blotchy from the force of my anguished sobs. But I’ve pushed the worst of the hurt down, letting it settle into a dull, throbbing ache that I can just barely tolerate as I scan the small encampment.

The first person I see is Nickolas, emerging from the mouth of the cave with his usual brooding intensity. But he’s not alone—at his side is a figure I never thought I’d see again, one that has a wide smile splitting my face before I can stop it.

“Eric!” I call out, my steps quickening as I cross the distance between us. Before the burly lycan can so much as open his mouth, I’ve flung myself into his arms, burying my face in the comforting warmth of his chest as he chuckles.

“Hello, princess,” he rumbles, squeezing me tight for a brief moment before releasing me and holding me at arm’s length. His ey