Lucas
The moon hung fat and heavy in the sky, a bruised purple disc that cast elongated, skeletal shadows across the sprawling pack lands. Lucas navigated the familiar paths with a practiced grace, his footsteps muffled by the dew-kissed grass. He was a wolf of shadows, a silent protector, Oliver’s right hand, and tonight, a traitor in the making.
He considered his next line of action. Should he just forget about Chloe and trust the truth he believed all his life? But curiosity had his legs moving on their own accord.
He reached Chloe’s secluded wing, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and something sharper, something subtly metallic that hinted at the cruel edge she often concealed. He hesitated, the weight of his loyalty settling heavy on his shoulders. But the whispers about hi
