LUCIAN'S P.O.V.
The enforcer stood rigid, waiting for my next command. His announcement about the witch at the gates had thrown the room into a tense silence, but I wasn't about to let anyone waltz into my territory unchecked. Especially not a witch.
"Search her thoroughly," I ordered, my voice sharp. "Make sure she's not carrying anything that could harm the pack—or us. Once that's done, bring her to my office. If she so much as blinks wrong, you know what to do."
The enforcer nodded and left swiftly, leaving me in a room simmering with emotion. Teresa, as usual, looked completely unfazed, lounging against the wall with her arms crossed. Her indifference irked me, but I had bigger problems to deal with. Luke, on the other hand, was still vibrating with anger from Gregory's earlier confession. Adrian sat calmly in his chair, looking like he was enjoying some private joke only he understood, his fingers lazily tapping the armrest.
