First Person's Perspective
~ Alpha Lucas ~
The adrenaline from the fight with Slade still coursed through my veins as we rushed back to the pack. The weight of what I’d done—killing a fellow Alpha—loomed heavy over me, but there wasn’t time to dwell on it. Not now. Not yet.
As soon as we entered the packhouse, Marcus was there, waiting. He approached me in long, purposeful strides, his expression tense.
“We have a problem,” he began, his voice clipped and urgent.
I exhaled sharply, already bracing myself. “No,” I replied, cutting him off before he could continue. “We have a much bigger problem.”
Marcus’s brow shot up in confusion, and his eyes flickered briefly toward Denise. Suspicion clouded his face and I could practically see the wheels turning in his head.
Before I could clarif
