The evening buzzed with energy, the entire pack gathered for the lunar eclipse. The sky held a surreal beauty, the moon casting an eerie red glow across the night. But all I could feel was a lingering tremor inside me—a remnant of the kiss Lucas and I had shared, a memory that both haunted and confused me.
I glanced over my shoulder, catching sight of him across the gathering. His gaze, intense and unyielding, flickered toward me every so often, as if waiting for me to look back. I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not tonight.
I spent the whole evening weaving through conversations, slipping from group to group, trying to act as if nothing happened. All the while, his presence lingered in the back of my mind, a heavy, undeniable weight. He didn’t approach, but his stare burned into me every time our
