Elena’s pov
A soft knock echoed through the room, a hesitant rhythm that I recognized immediately. "Come in," I called out, trying to inject a lightness into my voice that I didn't feel.
Lucas slipped inside, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His dark hair was neatly combed back, and his usually jovial face was etched with a seriousness that mirrored my own. "Ready?" he asked, his voice low. He knew how much this trip meant to me. How desperately I needed to understand the dreams that plagued me, the visions that painted a terrifying future for our pack.
Before I could answer, another shadow fell across the doorway.
Oliver.
My heart clenched.
He stood there, tall and imposing, his eyes dark with a mixture of worry and something else, something that always made me uneasy arou
