Lucian had enjoyed his ride back to Blackmoon Road with the assassins. The Knight XV had dropped him off at the highway end of the road. Blackmoon road was closer to Stone City than it was to Riverhead, it was where the forest and the wastelands met. It was home, he loved it here.
Lucian soon shifted into his wolf and bounded down to where his pack resided. All of the businesses on Blackmoon road were pack owned, the biggest being the trucking company, a small boutique whiskey operation that was fast gaining popularity, and a few warehouses scattered here and there, not to mention the locals-only bar. He had that home feeling in his bones and it felt so good to be alive.
The few pack members around were happy to see him and howled his welcome back. It was happiness mixed with sadness,
