I was pacing back and forth, not sure why—for some reason Sierra was uneasy.
“Are you okay?” Luca asked. He was leaning against the edge of my room door, arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up, showing off a set of tattoos I’d never seen before.
I stopped pacing and turned to look at him, my heart still pounding loudly in my chest.
“I don’t know. But my wolf is uneasy. And when she’s uneasy, I am.”
I didn’t try to explain it any further. It was that kind of feeling—the one you couldn’t put into words because it didn’t belong to words. It belonged to something deeper.
Luca arched an eyebrow at me. “As a leader, you need to learn to control your wolf’s feelings,” he said slowly, deliberately. “But you also need to know when your wolf is trying to warn you of something.”
I took another
