Olivia’s POV
It had started raining on my way back—funny how I preferred to walk in the rain instead of summoning my wolf form to phase through the rain. The rain soaked through my clothes, the cold biting against my skin as I pushed open the door to Damon’s apartment. My hair clung to my face, droplets trickling down my neck . The familiar scent of pinewood and cedar hit me first, followed by something darker—tension. It hung heavy in the air like a storm waiting to break.
I stepped inside, shaking off the rain, and froze.
They were both there.
Lucien leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his usually warm hazel eyes dark with unease. His shirt was torn at the sleeve, exposing fresh scratches on his forearm. Damon sat on the couch, casual as ever, one leg draped lazily over the other
