SELENE’S POV
Lucas’s presence in the pack house felt like a bruise I couldn’t stop pressing, I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was here. Maybe it would have been better for me if I hadn't met with him before he arrived here. Now I was even questioning the decision to meet with him, he had told me that he was coming for me and yet her hadn't even made any effort to meet with me ever since he got here.
Everywhere I went, I felt him not his scent exactly, not fully, but the memory of it. It lingered at the edges of my awareness like an unfinished thought, like a question I was too afraid to ask out loud. I had known, the moment I saw him in the fields that morning, that he wasn’t here to take me away. Not yet. If he had wanted to rescue me, he would have done so already. The realization sa
