LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The forest surrounding Grovefarm smelled of damp earth, pine, and an undercurrent of something bitter—magic. The scents swirled and grew stronger as I led my pack closer to the borders. Ares growled in anticipation, pacing within me, itching to break free and tear through whatever dared to harm my family while Raivo was just happy for the thrill of promised deaths.
We stopped at the edge of a clearing, the trees thinning enough for the moonlight to spill onto the figures waiting for us. Among them was Juliette, Her sleek brown fur bristled with tension. Her head was low, her body tense, and as I approached, she shifted back to her human form. Her eyes met mine, guilt etched into every tired line of her face.
I shifted into human form as well, the transformation seamless as my pack surrounded me.
