LUCILLE'S POV
I was restless.
My mind was filled with panic, nervousness, and confusion too. How could I tell Lachlan that Uncle Ethan knows about us?
Would Lachlan agree to come to the pack to help Uncle Ethan fish out the mole? I mean, we haven't spoken properly since that night. It was just this morning that I had sent him a picture of the inscription written on the wall for translation.
It was quite strange how he didn't ask or try to know why I had sent that picture. It felt more casual, and…weird?
Could he be angry with me? Or was there something wrong with him? Also, I needed to know how things were going on at his end with the rogues he had captured.
Were they yielding or relenting?
I sighed heavily in frustration for the umpteenth time that afternoon. I went back to
