Lucian's POV
I stood motionless in the middle of the street, watching Allison's car disappear around the corner. The hollow ache in my chest intensified with each passing second.
Three years hadn't been enough to dull the pain of her absence.
Three minutes in her presence had been enough to reignite everything I'd tried to bury.
"Alpha Lucian?" Kyle's concerned voice broke through my thoughts. "Should I call a tow truck for the Maybach?"
I glanced back at my car.
The damage was minimal—a small dent and some scratched paint on the bumper.
Nothing worth making a fuss about, especially not when it had given me those precious moments with Allison.
"No," I said, straightening my cuff links. "The car is fine."
Kyle hesitated. "And... should we still follow Luna Allis
