Lucian’s POV…
The night was too quiet. Even the wind that usually brushed through the trees had gone still, like the forest was holding its breath. I had just stepped out of my office when the prickle crawled up the back of my neck—my wolf stirring beneath my skin.
Something was wrong.
“Did you feel that?” I asked, already moving toward the door.
Finn was there before I could reach it, his nose twitching slightly as his gaze swept over the open grounds. “Someone’s here,” he murmured, voice low. “They’ve been watching for a while.”
The growl rose from my chest before I could stop it. “Then we find them.”
We slipped out into the night. The moon was half-veiled behind clouds, enough light to paint the edges of the trees but not enough to guide the chase easily. The scent hit me first— f
