LUCAS’S POV
The moment I stepped into the room, I knew something big had happened. The air was thick with tension, the scent of anger and relief clashing in a way that made my wolf restless.
My eyes landed on Mia first. She stood at the center of it all, arms crossed, chin lifted, looking every bit like a leader. Strong, untouchable. But I knew her better than that. I could see the exhaustion in her stance, the tightness in her jaw.
"What the hell happened?" My voice was sharp, demanding answers.
Mia’s gaze flicked to me, unreadable for a second before she spoke. "We caught the bastard who tried to poison our father."
I stilled. "Our father?" The words felt strange on my tongue.
Mia nodded, her expression hard. "He would have died if we hadn’t stopped him in time."
My chest burne
