Chapter 17: Pride and Protection
(Charlotte's POV)
The Moonlight Tavern buzzed with activity all around me. It was always loud, always alive. Wolves laughed, glasses clinked, and the hum of casual chatter filled the room.
I was at my table, trying—and failing—to keep my mind off everything. I tucked my notebook into my bag when Lucas found me. His usual carefree grin looked a little forced today.
"There you are," he said, pulling out the chair across from me. His voice had an edge of cheer to it, but his eyes told a different story.
I raised a brow. "Lucas, it’s late. What’s going on?"
He ignored the question and plopped a small pouch on the table between us. The distinct clink of silver marks made my stomach drop.
"This," he said simply.
My eyes darted to the pouch. "What’
