TRISTAN'S POV
Something about Lucas didn’t sit right with me.
He was too calm, too unbothered, as if he already knew how everything would play out. A man who just found his long-lost twin, learned she was the white wolf, and had a powerful enemy hunting her—shouldn’t look that collected.
Yet, he did.
And I didn’t like it.
That’s why I followed him, keeping to the shadows as he moved through the thick woods behind the estate. His steps were sure, deliberate. Not a single glance over his shoulder, no hesitation. Like he knew exactly where he was going.
It only made my instincts scream louder.
I was about to move closer when someone grabbed my wrist, yanking me back.
I spun around, teeth clenched, only to find Daisy glaring at me.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, keeping
