- First Person's Perspective -
Enise’s POV
Lucas had been calling my phone relentlessly, his name flashing on the screen like a warning beacon. I ignored every single call, at least until I left Lucian’s house. By the time I finally made my way back to the pack, the clock was nearing midnight, and the chill of the night air seeped through my jacket.
As I drove along the quiet, moonlit roads, an unsettling feeling began to creep up my spine. It felt as though someone was following me.
At first, I brushed it off as paranoia. Marcus had once tracked down Lucian's hideout before, and ever since then, I had been on edge. Perhaps the wine I had sipped earlier was playing tricks on my mind, or maybe it was just the lingering guilt of the lies piling up around me.
Still, the sensation refused
