Elena
*****Guest House Entrance — Moments later*****
The guest house door creaked softly behind me as Lucian and I stepped inside. The lanterns cast a dim golden glow across the room, but even their warmth couldn’t chase off the tension waiting in the air.
I felt it before I saw him.
Chase.
He stood near the far wall, head bowed, fingers gripping the edge of a table like he was trying not to rip it apart. His wolf stirred the moment my foot crossed the threshold. The bond pulsed again, a small tug that tightened my throat.
Lucian stepped slightly ahead of me, shoulders drawn back, posture straight, radiating that cold, silent authority that always filled a room. He didn’t say a word at first, but the message was clear: don’t come near her.
Chase lifted his head. His eyes flicked to
