A sharp gust of wind howled through the clearing, rustling the trees and scattering fallen leaves across the bloodstained ground. My mind raced, each thought more frantic than the last. Lucas was alive. He stood before me like a ghost from the past, a nightmare I had long since buried.
But it was more than that.
He was like me. A Blessed Luna.
And I had no idea what that truly meant.
Damon’s presence at my side was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. His energy pulsed with aggression, his entire body taut like a coiled spring, ready to strike.
“Stay away from her,” Damon snarled, his voice low and dangerous.
Lucas smirked, unbothered. “Is that an order, Alpha?”
Damon took a step forward, his dominance rippling through the air, but Lucas didn’t even flinch. The tension bet
