Lucien's POV
The walls of the pack house felt too small.
I caught her scent everywhere I went. It wrapped around me and teased me.
She herself drove me mad.
Aisla.
I had spent my whole life mastering myself through violence. Sparring until my body broke and running until my lungs burned. Nothing could ever truly tame me.
Until her.
And I hated it.
Because she was not just for me, she was bound to my brothers too. And that was the part I could not stomach.
I saw how Kieran watched her like a hawk and pretending he was not drowning in the same fire I was. Caelan smiled at her like she was the very air he breathed.
And me? I only wanted to tear the world apart every time she looked at them.
I did not just want her, I needed her.
The kind of need that made my wolf snarl and beg
