Lucien's pov
My wolf stopped, rigid tensed, yet it barred its jaws already on the hunt. It moved, abandoning the half dead carcass it was just devouring, paws pounding and as it dashed forward, gnarling sounds filling the forest. The wind rang in its ears, wheezing fast and loud as it increased its pace.
I had returned home hours ago, but I had been restless to do anything and had found myself going for my usual hunt after soaking in the lake in the forest a few meters away from the pack house.
My wolf had sensed something, but what I didn't understand was why it was back at my pack house, right close to the back, Lena's room was just steps above but her window didn't show any signs of lighting. She was asleep.
But something was off.
The snarl of a wolf behind me as it moved snap
