Chapter Twelve

Lucian’s POV.

He stood with his hands akimbo in front of the wall, unable to control his feelings toward the moronic alpha behind him. If he hadn't interfered, he wouldn't have taken his eyes off his mate. Now she was all alone, just like the witch wanted.

“If anything happens to her, you can rest assured your head will go with her.” Lucian spat.

“Who’s this witch that's after her anyway? I mean, I didn’t think there were any more of those since the purge.”

Lucian turned to him. “My guess is as good as yours. Probably one of the remaining few. We need to get out of here.”

“And go where exactly? If there’s a witch in the labyrinth, then it’s possible that she is directing our paths, not the goddess.”

“If she was, trust me, you wouldn’t be here.” Lucian growled.

When he finally accepted that the wall wouldn’t open, he turned towards the only other way, and Antonio followed him. A sense of crippling anxiety attack