Lele and Lucian rode side by side on their way back to the packhouse, the cool night air rushing past them as they made their way through the dirt road and unmarked entrance they had taken. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over everything in its path. Their senses were heightened, attuned to the pulse of the pack, the rustle of leaves, and the distant howls that echoed through the night.
As they approached the packhouse, Lele's heart raced as her anxiety levels raised. The time to cement her role in the pack was now and the thought of doing this to get more information about his brother made Lele, once again, rethink her life choices. Nevertheless, Lele took a deep breath, steadied her breath and took hold of Lucian's hand once they entered the foyer.
"Lucian," Lel
