LUKAS’ POV
The forest was unusually quiet, save for the sound of her breathing and the crunch of leaves underfoot. I walked ahead,not bothering to look back at her. Selenea. She didn’t belong here, and she knew it. The forest seemed to reject her presence, just as I did in a way. She was fuming silently—or maybe not so silently. Her frustration clung to the air like humidity.
Her voice cut through the stillness. “Are we really walking out of this forest on foot?”
I smirked but didn’t turn around. “You’ve got legs, don’t you?”
She stopped dead in her tracks, her voice rising. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re telling me a Lycan like you walked from your home into this forest to end your life? Didn’t you think of giving your soul a perfect farewell by driving here?”
I kept walking, i
