Drake's Point of View
The moment the word Lycan leaves my mouth, the air around us seems to shift. Subtle at first, but it’s there, an invisible current pulling tight. Hazel goes still beside me, and I can feel the way her energy folds inward. Guarded. Alert.
I turn my head slowly to look at her. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, her eyes focused on something far away, something that lives in memory more than in this moment. I can hear her breath catch slightly.
“You know what I’m talking about,” I say, my voice low.
She doesn't answer right away, but her body speaks for her. A small nod of her head. Then she turns her gaze to me, finally meeting my eyes.
“There was a drawing,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “A few weeks ago. One of my students found it during a geol
