Lucien
By morning, the storm had quieted. Wolves moved through the halls in silence, their eyes following him more than usual. Word spread fast. It always did.
Lucien felt the weight of every glance. Whispers followed him down the corridors. Some were soft, almost respectful… others filled with doubt.
He could hear the words even when no one dared speak them out loud. The cursed Alpha. The one who brought a stranger into Nightshade.
He ignored them, but each word stung. The fortress was his home, but lately it felt like a cage made of suspicion.
By the time Reid came to him, Lucien already knew what he would say.
“They have called for council,” Reid said, his tone clipped.
Lucien didn’t look up from fastening his cloak. “Of course they have.”
“They are restless,” Reid added. “Ni
