Kieran's POV.

The sun was barely up when I jumped out of bed and headed to Lucas’ house. It was a stone throw from the training ground.

Lucas only lived for the pack, having lost his family as a child. He was either at his house reading or at the training ground. I hoped he was home.

The house was quiet when I got there, the window blinds drawn down.

I walked to the door and rapped my hands on it, sharply.

The door yanked open revealing Lucas in his shorts, his eyes narrowed, then ...