Diana's POV
"You're overthinking it," Lucian observed, leaning against the doorframe of my makeshift laboratory. "I can hear your brain churning from across the room."
I looked up from my notes with a wry smile. "Is mind-reading another Alpha ability I should know about?"
"Just experience," he replied, crossing the room to peer over my shoulder at the scattered papers. "Three weeks of watching you work yourself into exhaustion with that same crease between your eyebrows."
I touched my forehead self-consciously, relaxing the tension I hadn't realized I was holding. Three weeks in the Blue Moon Pack territory—longer than I'd anticipated staying, but the complexity of the plague had demanded extended study. The initial hostility had gradually shifted to grudging acceptance as more wolves
