Lucan’s POV
The weight of the training blades felt familiar in my hands, yet today they did nothing to quiet the storm beneath my skin.
I strode toward the training grounds of PeakPoint Pack, the morning air sharp with pine and distant rain. My mind kept circling back to her. Isabella. The hunter I had bound myself to in a moment of desperate necessity.
I should have torn her throat out the moment I scented what she truly was. Instead, I had bound her to me with vows and blood.
A necessary evil, I told myself.
The silver still lingered in my blood, and only her forbidden knowledge could burn it out, but necessity was becoming something far more perilous. Something that threatened my control as Alpha.
The memory pulled me back to that first night in her small cabin, silver poison b
