"Lulu!"
Lucien was pale and drenched in a cold sweat. At some point, he had a feeling that he was tumbling to the floor, but Ronan's arm around his waist kept him in a standing position.
The man was still struggling to breathe. The people around him turned into blurry shadows.
"Ronan, I..."
Lucien closed his eyes and leaned against Ronan's shoulder.
'I really don't feel good.'
'I think I am going to be sick.'
Ronan pressed a kiss on the side of Lucien's head.
'Breathe, Lulu. Don't worry. Everything will be alright.'
Lucien was not too sure about that.
The group from Ironclad Claws slowly made their way through the crowd as they greeted and engaged in some small talks with the other guests.
At last, Lillian Woodland stood before them.
She cocked her head to the side and smiled at Ronan.
"Hello, Alpha Ronan. It is nice to see you again."