Uncontrolled Sparks
Elena stood in the kitchen of the pack house, the smell of sautéed garlic filling the air. She had promised Alexander a nice dinner—something that felt normal in the midst of everything spiraling around them. After the intense conversations about loyalty, powers, and Lucien's ominous intentions, she craved a moment of peace.
As she stirred the bubbling pasta, her thoughts wandered. The memory of the last confrontation with Lucien loomed heavily over her. He had been so close—his eyes dark with ambition and a strange familiarity that sent chills down her spine. What did he want with her?
"Just a normal dinner," she whispered to herself, trying to shake off the tension that had settled in her shoulders.
