Lucian Draven's POV
Thorstein's Call
The scent of sizzling bacon fills the air as I flip the last piece on the skillet, my mind distracted by the events of the past few days. After cleaning up the mess from Freya’s little prank, I had grudgingly made breakfast for the pack. It’s become a strange tradition lately, our mornings filled with chaos, followed by my attempts to restore order with food. Not exactly the life I envisioned for myself as Alpha, but somehow, it keeps me grounded.
After everyone devoured breakfast, I headed toward Freya’s office, just like we’ve done every day since the Stirbjorn incident. She’s been the pack’s strategist, sharp as a blade, always two steps ahead of our enemies. The goal is clear, find something, anything, that leads us to Irk, the rogue alpha causin
