Lucas' pov...
I've been thinking about what the girl said, who she is, and why she spoke to me as if I knew her before; she looks familiar in some ways, but I'm not sure why my heart skips a beat whenever I see her.
I stood by the riverside with my drink, remembering the time Lora fell into the water, trying to smile whenever I remember her scared face, remembering the fire time we met and how she smiles.
When her house burned down, all of this came back to me, and I threw the bottle against the walk, breaking it.
Man, calm down. I heard Andrew, my childhood friend who had been gone for so long and had returned to make my life better.
What is it, Andrew? I inquire.
Lucas, why have you suddenly turned into a drinker for the love of this town you do know your father is the Alpha what w
