Chapter 133: Going Back Home
LUCIAN’S P.O.V.
Three months. It had been three months since Teresa and I arrived at Adrian Daegon’s estate in the beautiful Valley. Time had flown by, but every second was etched into my memory as if burned there by a branding iron. The man—no, the vampire—had changed my life in ways I never thought possible. He had taken the wreckage of my pride, shattered alongside my sight, and forged it into something new. Adrian’s voice still lingered in my mind like an old melody, calm and unyielding, filled with wisdom beyond his youthful appearance.
"Lucian," Adrian had said during one of our grueling training sessions, his tone light, yet his words sharp as steel. "Being blind doesn’t make you weak. Weakness is allowing it to control you."
Adrian wasn’t just a teacher. He was a force, a guide, and damn near infuriatingly perfect at everything he did.
Thanks to him, I could walk into any room and know exactly where everything was. Every breath, every heartbeat, every faint shift in weight told me a story. My world was no longer dark; it was vibrant with sounds, scents, and sensations. But as much as Adrian taught me about my new reality, it was Teresa who taught me how to truly live in it.
She was no longer the soft, fragile woman who once fled from Adrian in fear. The Valley had transformed her, just as it had me. She was fierce now, sassy in a way that matched my sarcasm blow for blow. She challenged me, kept me on my toes, and occasionally drove me insane—but I loved every second of it.
"Lucian," Teresa’s voice pulled me back to the present as we stood by the massive entrance to Adrian’s estate. "Are you going to brood all day, or are we leaving?"
"I don’t brood," I shot back, smirking. "I contemplate deeply. There’s a difference."
She scoffed, her footsteps light but deliberate as she walked closer. "Call it whatever you want, Mr. Broody Alpha. Just don’t make us late. Juliette will have my head."
Juliette, was the happiest I’d ever seen her. The Valley suited her, and with their baby in her arms, she had no intention of leaving with us. I knew Rylan, would be devastated by the news, but Juliette promised to visit regularly.
Elizabeth on the other hand, confidently assured us that once Mai turned four, she’d step in to begin her witch training. Her promise carried a weight of certainty, and we couldn’t thank her enough for everything.