Olivia’s POV
The drive back from the city should have been peaceful. The sun dipped low, painting the horizon in shades of amber and violet, the kind of sky that usually made me lean my head against the glass and sigh in contentment. Lucas drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the console between us, close enough that the heat of him brushed my skin.
And yet, peace refused to settle in me.
Every time I blinked, I heard it again—the whispered name, the hushed urgency from the jewelry store clerks.
Emily.
The syllables coiled like a snake around my chest. I tried to keep my breathing steady, to focus on the hum of the car and the safety of Lucas’s presence, but my wolf wouldn’t let it go.
“Olivia,” Lucas’s voice cut through my haze, smooth but edged with concern. “You’
