Luna of the forgotten pack

Chapter Two

POV: Lucian Nightclaw

The city hummed with life, but it was noise I could easily ignore. High-end shops lined the streets, their polished windows reflecting sunlight and a world that had no idea what moved in the shadows. I walked with deliberate steps, every gesture measured, every movement sharp. The leather of my coat was expensive, the scent I carried faintly musky, commanding. People glanced my way, some unnerved, most wary — they knew power when they saw it.

I was halfway across the street when it happened—something small and fast slammed into my chest. The impact jarred me, the faint scent of jasmine and rain flooding my senses so sharply it almost stopped me in my tracks.

Then came the heat.

Scalding liquid seeped through my black shirt, followed by the wide-eyed gasp of a woman staring up at me like she’d just hit a brick wall she wished would disappear.

“Oh, for the love of—” she muttered, stepping back and glaring at the spreading coffee stain. “Watch where you’re going, big guy.”

Big guy?

No one talked to me like that.

Most people—wolves and humans alike—took one look at me and decided silence was the smarter choice. But this woman… she had the nerve to glare at me, chin tilted like she wasn’t the slightest bit intimidated.

And damn if I didn’t find it… interesting.

“You ran into me,” I said slowly, my voice low enough to make her blink.

She crossed her arms. “Debatable.”

My gaze caught on her eyes—stormy gray with flecks of silver, like the moon caught in a thundercloud. Something in my chest tightened. My wolf stirred restlessly, the primal urge to step closer clawing at me.

She shifted under my stare, brushing a strand of hair from her face. I noticed the faint curve of a scar along her wrist, the way her fingers trembled almost imperceptibly before she tucked them into her coat pocket.

“Look, mystery-man,” she said, sidestepping me, “I have somewhere to be, and it’s not here debating fault over spilled coffee.”

A flicker of amusement touched my expression, but it was gone as quickly as it came. I was Lucian Nightclaw, heir to wealth, alpha of the BloodFang Clan — men feared me, women wanted me, and I commanded every room I entered. Yet this… this human woman, or whatever she was, stood there and met my intensity without blinking.

I wanted to study her more, to learn everything about her scent, her presence, her fire. But she didn’t wait for me. She stepped around me, slipping back into the bustling crowd.

“Wait—” I started, but the words felt useless. She was already melting into the streets, leaving nothing but the lingering trace of jasmine, rain and moonlight.

I froze, that was the scent from the ridge.

I stood there for a moment, letting her scent fade from the air. Darius was going to have a field day when I told him about this. Not that I planned to — not yet.

Because something told me this wasn’t the last time I’d see her.

And the next time… I wasn’t letting her walk away.