Lycan locksWood's pov
I walked toward the field, each step hesitant, constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure no one was following me. The large hood of my cloak cast a deep shadow over my face, keeping me hidden. The last thing I wanted was for anyone to see me meeting with an enemy, especially one as notorious as him. He was not just an enemy of my pack; he was a danger to all of us.
But I had to meet him. As much as I didn’t want to, I had no choice. As a man with power, you often find yourself making decisions that seem irrational to others. You make sacrifices. That’s what leadership is, taking risks to get what you need, even if it means working with the enemy.
The further I walked, the more the meeting point seemed to disappear into the shadows. The trees were thicker he
