The next day came far too quickly for Aries, who had stayed awake almost all through the night, tossing and turning restlessly on the bed. Sleep had refused to claim him no matter how many times he closed his eyes.
The thought that the Wolf King had requested his presence kept replaying endlessly in his head, looping over and over as worry gnawed at his chest. He fretted about the outcome, imagining countless possibilities, most of them grim.
Yet, each time his thoughts spiraled too far, the strong hands of Lucien, who, ironically, was his strength and his weakness all at once had pulled him close and managed to calm him down, at least temporarily.
By morning, Aries could be seen seated upright, exhaustion written plainly on his face. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes as he stared blankly at Lucien, who stood nearby observing him.
Lucien sighed softly before speaking.
