THIRD POV.
The morning in Hollow Mountain did not begin with peace.
It began with noise.
Doors were thrown open. Boots struck floors fast and hard. Voices overlapped in confusion that quickly turned into something sharper—fear disguised as anger.
Alpha Lucian stood at the center of the main hall in the pack house.
He had not slept.
That much was obvious. His wolf had been restless throughout the entire night, and this morning it had become worse. Much worse.
The worst part was that Lucian did not even understand why.
But he was no fool.
Deep down, he had already figured it must have something to do with Meadow.
That was why he had sent a guard to Dorothy’s house the moment the feeling became unbearable—when his wolf started growling inside him like it was close to losing its mind
