Luca's POV
We're currently seated in our usual meeting spot, the very field where we conduct our training sessions. This is where Hannah has battled tirelessly to maintain her sanity. As I sit here, guilt gnaws at me, my eyes scanning the members of our pack gathered around. I'm specifically searching for Gwendolyn, my trusted right hand, who could quell this chaos with just a few words, yet she's nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, my brother strides into the center, his gait hindered by a limp. My focus intensifies on his leg, trying to decipher what's going on. The entire field, I mean every single person, fixates on me and Krystal with an unsettling glare, sending shivers down my spine. Most of these faces are unfamiliar, though a few I recognize amidst the crowd of hundreds of werewolves
