Elena’s pov
The scent of old wood and a strange fragrance clung to the air in Lucas’s room, a stark contrast to the usual vibrancy that pulsed through our pack lands. He sat on the edge of his bed, his brow furrowed, his gaze fixed on some invisible point on the floor.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. "I'm going to see the old woman in the forest today, Lucas."
He looked up, his eyes, usually bright with mischief, now clouded with a grim intensity. "The one who saved you that time?"
"Yes," I confirmed. "I have to. I need answers. I need to understand what I saw." The image of a bloodied Oliver, my unconscious body and Lucas in tears filled my head. I also remembered the guards killed by the spies. I shuddered. I needed answers.
“Oliver asked if you could come with me. I know you
