Chapter 62: Paths Diverging
(Lucas's POV)
The drive back to the pack house was unbearably quiet. Dominic sat beside me, clutching the box filled with Amelia's discarded items as if it contained his entire world. His usual air of confidence and domination was gone—replaced by an aching silence that was both unfamiliar and unsettling.
He stared at the box, his jaw clenched, refusing to meet my gaze. The slight trembling of his fingers betrayed the storm inside him, though his features stayed cold and unreadable. My wolf whimpered, sensing the heavy atmosphere saturating the car.
I didn’t dare say a word. Not yet.
When we finally arrived at the pack house, Dominic stepped out briskly, the box cradled carefully in his hands. He walked toward the entrance, his strides long and purpose
