As it turns out, I don't get a chance to talk to Lucas that night.
Or the next one.
Or even the one after that.
A surprise storm blows in, stranding Lucas—and a small team of scouts—several hours from the compound, on what should have been a simple evening run. He's been taking groups of younger wolves out at night in what he calls field training.
Thankfully, we still have contact with each other, even if it is limited. It's never fun to be separated. With as much time as we've spent apart, we both do our best to make sure we spend a little time with each other daily.
Not having him around leaves me a little depressed, but knowing he's safe with the younger wolves makes our brief separation at least bearable.
No, not having Lucas around isn't the problem setting my teeth on edge.
She's at it again, Selene observes sourly, nosing through the kitchen.
