(Lucas’ POV).
The blood of the Black Fang pack still stained my hands, drying in dark streaks between my knuckles and under my nails.
We'd left no one standing. Boaz was dead, his pack annihilated. I should’ve felt vindicated, maybe even victorious—but all I could think about was Jenna.
Promises mattered to me. And I’d made her one.
"I’ve got something to take care of," I told Kai and Adrian as we stepped out of the smoldering remains of the Black Fang hostel.
The building reeked of blood, sweat, and fear.
Adrian gave me a long look but didn’t question it.
“Don’t take too long,” he said.
I nodded once and turned away.
The walk to Jenna’s hostel was quiet, almost eerily so. It felt like the whole campus had gone into hiding after the chaos we’d just unleashed.
I climbed the
